Sing it, girl!

Funny story: American Idol is auditioning in Nashville this weekend on Saturday, July 17th.
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Even funnier story: Guess who's auditioning??

Yours truly, Stefers the Great.

I know, I know, I know. It's American Idol. It's essentially pre-cast and even if you do make it - which, coincidentally, is highly unlikely - you have to pander to the producers and sell them your soul in order to progress.

Now for the shocking story: I've already auditioned before.

Twice.

The first time was in New Jersey when I lived in New York. I went with a couple friends of mine from my school because, well... why not?

SIDE NOTE: Incidentally, Jason Derulo - then Jason Desrouleaux - was one of those friends.

Well, I tried out, and the producers decided to pass on all three of us, the jerks. Ah, well. I was in musical theatre. Pop music was beneath me, anyway. Bwahaha!

The second time I auditioned was in Atlanta. I needed a vacation, so I went with my mom and a friend of mine, and we had a blast at the Coca Cola factory trying all of the different fizzy drinks that were sold all around the world. Just as a warning, don't trust any Coke products that are sold exclusively in Great Britain. A couple of the specific brands tasted like death in a cup.

At any rate, we got a hotel room near the amphitheater, and on the day of the audition I sang only to be dismissed yet again. Ah, well. I wasn't too upset about it. Once again, I enjoyed myself, so why get frustrated over something that, in the end, doesn't matter?

I had completely wiped American Idol off my radar until I heard less than a week ago that they were going to be holding auditions at the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, and I literally fell over in laughter. Of course I'm going to go! It's in my hometown, and I don't work on Saturdays. Best idea ever, right?

Don't get me wrong. I am not laboring under any misapprehensions of this being "my chance" to get my foot in the door and finally be recognized for the star that I am. I mean, I'm an opera singer, for crying out loud. I am the first to admit that pop music is not my element despite my best efforts to sing along with Christina Aguilera in the car, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself when I'm singing it.

That being said, in my experience, no one shows up to this cattle call audition thinking that they don't have any sort of chance to wow the judges - that is, unless you're one of those crazies who comes to the audition site in a Big Bird costume and sings "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina." I'm confident in my abilities, and I think that, given the chance, I could really affect some people with my voice.

Delusions of grandeur aside, however, I'm going with a group of friends, and we're just going to have a good time, regardless of the outcome.

Wish me luck!

Peace.
Stef.

P.S. My first audition piece is "Ain't No Way" by Aretha Franklin. I haven't quite decided what to follow it up with. Possibly an old standard... "Smile" (music by Charlie Chaplain, lyrics by John Turner & Geoffrey Parsons) possibly. Or maybe "I'll Be Seeing You." I'm thinking it needs to be a pretty mellow piece because it should counteract the beltiness of "Ain't No Way," but I'm having a hard time choosing something that I think will work. We'll see.

Comments

Laura said…
Go Stephers! We know, and you most certainly do, that you are incredibly talented, no matter what anyone else says!
Kattrina said…
Wow - that is so fun Stef! Good luck - maybe this will be your time!

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