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

Relieved

Hello sports fans. So I'm not the next Canadian Idol and I couldn't be happier.

The audition process was looong, peppered with crazies and performance school sweethearts. When it came time for the first audition I had to pee so bad from all the water I drank I was surprised I could sing at all. There were five of us and then the guy went into his speil about how it never gets any easier to tell people to go home...I thought I was done for...(eternal optimist that I am). But he said he was keeping me and another girl. He then asked me a whole slew of questions and remarked that I had a girl-in-a-band vibe, which was funny since I haven't been in a band since I was twenty. Then after I got my first "go ahead" it was five hours before the next audition. Then the second lady (we'll call her the blonde behemouth) tells me when I am done singing that I have a singer-songwriter vibe and that I have a very pretty voice. I hear a but in her voice even before she tells me to sing my next song. She says I have a breathy thing going on...(all these vibes and goings on...)but that she isn't putting me through but that I should start a band. Second producer telling me I should start a band. Maybe someone is telling me something? Ya think?

Anyway, the experience was very positive and I think some of my friends are more pissed than I am about not going to Toronto. Who wants to go to Toronto anyway? I'm just so glad I did it. Frankly the night before in a rageoholic fit I exclaimed that I wasn't going to do it, that I couldn't...that there wasn't any point. I'm so glad I was told to shut up.

I also now have my show to prepare for in April, which now seems like a much less daunting task. Seems like an fucking breeze, actually.

Hope Sunday finds everyone well and relaxed and rested. peace.

Here I am Baybeh...

OOOOK. Momment of truth. I am on my way to Complexe Desjardins. I know what I am going to sing.

I am terrified and exited and not sweating thanks to some heavy duty industrial strength deoderant. Here goes kids....If you have a minute send me an angel...