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‘Plastic’ Katie Holmes ‘Can’t Sing For Sh*t!’: Tori Spelling Rips Ex-Pal In New No-Holds-Barred Book

By Melissa Cronin

Katie Holmes is a ‘plastic’ robot who “can’t sing for sh*t.”

That’s the shockingly bitter accusation Tori Spelling makes about the actress, a former friend, in her new no-holds-barred book, Spelling It Like It Is.

Spelling and Holmes first met years ago, when Holmes was on "Dawson’s Creek" and Spelling was still on "90210."

“A friend of mine at the time did a movie with her, "Teaching Mrs. Tingle,"” Spelling explains, and soon the group decided to get together for drinks at Trader Vic’s restaurant and bar in Los Angeles.

“"Dawson’s Creek" Katie was exactly what you’d expect,” Spelling writes. “She was wearing jeans and a tank top. Her hair was down. She was shy but engaging, and altogether pretty adorable.”

Flash forward several years and Spelling was waiting to meet with vocal coach Eric Vetro for her new TV movie "The Mistletones."

She writes, “as I sat waiting outside his music room, I heard his prior appointment working with him in the other room. It was some actress singing horribly off-key … That made me feel better. I heard him say good-bye and then the actress walked out of the room. It was Katie Holmes.”

Holmes stopped to say hi, as Spelling writes: “I didn’t know whether we should hug or shake hands. But the signal from her was immediately clear: Don’t even come close. I instantly got nervous. We clearly weren’t going to catch up on the last ten years. And we certainly weren’t going to talk about her husband, Tom Cruise.

So instead, Spelling says, she pulled out “the mommy card,” complimenting Holmes on her daughter, Suri and telling Holmes she had kids her own age.

Holmes didn’t bite, responding “Oh, do you?” Spelling claims.

“Then I was annoyed,” she writes.

“Come on. Okay, I know your’e busy. But you’re in the public eye. Don’t tell me you don’t follow the tabloids. Don’t tell me you don’t know anything about other celebrities and their kids.”

“Then we stood there,” she says. “She was just plastic. In a perfectly polite way. … My pits were drenched. I never sweat. It was that awkward. I thought, I know you’re not a robot because you can’t sing for sh*t …”

Spelling continues, “As my anxiety faded, I just felt sorry for her. I hadn’t expected her to reminisce, but this was a totally different person from the girl I’d met at Trader Vic’s. I felt sad for her. Those paparazzi photos, the ones where she looks like she’s miserable but putting on a happy face? That’s what she looked like in person.”

“Not long after that encounter,” she says, “the news would break that she and Tom had split up.”