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...

Two days...gonna have to turn this mutha out...

Two days. I have tomorrow off to practice and to try and get my nerve up...I think it will be good for me...even if they tell me I suck. And I still have my show on the 10th of April to get me off the pity party couch if it turns out that way.

Am I prepared? I guess I will be tomorrow...all day singin then some retail therapy to find a little sumthin sumthin to wear over my jeans...maybe a hot lipstick.

I have to keep remembering a fortune cookie that I got in high school that I kept in one of those boxes where I keep scraps of useless memories...It said the world will always welcome talent with open arms. Here's hoping I have talent!

Have a great day to anyone who reads this...I could use some good vibes...so send some on!