Letter to a friend on the other side of the planet

hey there,
So what the hell happened with IDOL jackass!
No updates at all and no one has said anything, I know you told k cause she wrote me about it right away! The thing is, she nor you have said anything since!
Hope you are well, fill me in damn it!!
You done school yet or what??
D

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Hey D!

Idol was craaaaazy. I got there at 10am and didn't leave till 8pm. I waited for about four hours to see the first judge. Myself along with four other people crammed into a hotel room (read:low ceilings, carpeted floor) had to sing accapella in front of each other and some dude producer. I went fourth and when I was done I thought I was going to pee my pants cause they tell you to drink tons of water to keep your vocal chords limber (so of course i overdid it...). Little embarassing but I had to ask to pee in the hotel room bathroom. I figured I was done for when I heard the last girl sing. She was good. And then he came out with his little speech about how it never gets any easier to tell people they aren't going to continue, blah, blah, blah. I pretty much counted my blessings and thought, "Well that was fun!". And then he said I'm only putting two people through and those two are Blah Di Blah Blah and Megan". Say what?

So then after the initial excitement wore off I spent the next three hours wating to be called for the next audition. A decidedly scarier audition in a larger room alone with another nameless producer woman and a video camera. Weird people who had finished their audition hung around the doors where we were waiting AFTER they had gotten told their hearts wouldn't be GOING ON, to inform us that they weren't giving up, that they would go to Toronto or Halifax and try again. Good Lord, why? I thought.

So after some major stomach butterflies that felt more like albatross I went in to the lion's den. This unsmiling blonde woman asked me to say something about myself, which was frankly the last thing I could focus on. I was tired and at that moment I realised just HOW tired. I sang. She said "You have a pretty voice. Singer-songwriter vibe. Now show us something with more power." Huh? OK. "Ok, that did show your power, and you have a good voice but I'm not going to put you through. I'm afraid the com[ettion requires very demanding singing." In other words...not enough training. In other words....damn, was I glad it was over. In other words, I was exhausted and didn't really care. See ya!

So when I left the room and informed the uber-strange teenage duo who were about to go in singing "Summer Lovin'" from Grease (grooaan!) that I didn't get through and the very happy (read:gay) teen gave me a big sorrowful hug, I took it...I left the hotel, not feeling bad at all. Amazing really, because I thought I would be upset. Maybe it was enough that I faced my fear. . Who the hell wants to go to Toronto anyway? Sounds like punishment for a job well done. Heh (Can't resist...what was that Leafs outta tha playoffs?)

Anyway, it made my show on the 10th of April so MUCH easier...I really had fun this time...and so did the audience I think. It really was a learning experience. I am glad I didn't chicken out like I normally do. I'm glad I didn't run away. Kind of the new hue I'm thinking of for my life this spring.

Cheers girl....Hope everything is great with you...I hope to see you when you come home this summah!!!



M