I recently stumbled across old blog post from 2007 – 2010. They show how our past is often more similar to our present than we thought it would be. So I’ve created the “Throwback Blog Series” to unearth these ideas and stories. Hope you enjoy the journey back through time over the coming month.
July 22, 2010
3 Day, 30 Sec, 1 Answer – No
A few months ago, I wrote about my encounter with the American Idol Experience in Disney World, and alluded to the idea that it made me “want something.” Well, the thing it made me “want” was to try out for the real American Idol.
Thus, on July 18 I flew to Chicago, IL and drove up to Milwaukee, WI with my parents to share my voice with the infamously hard pre-screening judges of Season 10 of American Idol. My mom and I got in line at 6:00 am and waited for about 5 hours to register for the July 21 auditions. For the next day and a half my parents and I simply enjoyed Milwaukee, eating at wonderful restaurants, enjoying some WI cheese and singing my songs every time I got in the car to drive somewhere. On Wednesday morning, July 21, we woke up at 3:15 am and spent the next 10 hours waiting in line, participating crowd cheers for the TV show, and sitting in the Bradley Center auditorium.
My mom, who is an amazing writer, described the experience as follows: “American Idol has the unique element of offering the dream of a singing career and TV exposure to anyone, who is willing to enter the process. No cost involved. Just show up at one of the cities. In spite of how laborious the city auditions are, you have a sense that the 1stround audition could as easily go to you as one of the 10,000 + other hopeful singers. But as you wait 10 hours in the audition arena, stand in a long queue to tryout with 4 others before a first level judges or two, it is clear that each singer has 10-30 sec. for the instantaneous judgment of going to next round or heading home.”
When my 30—life changing—seconds came around 1:30 pm, I busted out a bit too low (must have been the nerves) version of Duffy’s Mercy and stepped back as two other girls sang 30 seconds of some song. The judge called us all up and simply said, “You all have nice voices, but you are not what we are looking for in season 10 of American Idol.” Scissors cut my yellow wristband—which I had been wearing for 2 days—and I left through the the “non-winners” entrance.
Mom described that moment by saying: “Of course, we would have loved for ours to receive the ticket to further auditions. But we as we “headed home” we carried with us, the early American Idol mystic being revealed, the fun of anticipation, participation and an exit into reflections of “what might have been.” But greater yet, shared dreams and hopes of “what else will be in the future” that American Idol can’t begin to provide.”
Would I do it all over again? Not tomorrow! But for the experience, I think singers, who have dreams will find it worth it, even if they don’t end up before Randy and whoever else judges American Idol this year.
Though I do not have what American Idol is looking for, the words of encouragement I receive after every show I play is what keeps driving me to pursue, develop and create music. Thanks for all of your support over the years. And, if you have any friends that you think would enjoy this blog story or my music … please share this with them.
HD Video clips of the journey will be posted on my YouTube Chanel.