This week is going to be absolutely nerve-wracking week for a lot of very talented people. And the just the ones who are contending for the big prize, but their families, friends, journalists and all their fans.
Some of these people have prepared for this moment for their whole lives. Some have no training at all. It doesn’t matter. They all want it.
Some have been through this competition before. That doesn’t make it any easier. The way they train that camera on their faces when they lose in front of millions of people? That can’t be too pleasant the first time. And then you have to repeat it? But you don’t mind. It’s an honor to be in that group. Right.
You try not to, but of course you can’t help reading the magazines and the blogs. Some people think it’s all over and you don’t have a chance. That’s kind of dispiriting. Thanks a lot, guys.
You cling to the idea that there are always upsets.
But you have to look at the positive side. Getting dressed up? Posing for major magazine photos? Hearing the paparazzi shout your name?
How many people get to have an experience like that? It’s all pretty scary, but you know there are millions of people who would kill to be in your shoes.
Still, you know the truth.
On Thursday, Seacrest will ask you to stand up. He’ll screw with your head just for the fun of it. He’ll make you sweat.
Has he forgotten that you’re only doing this for your family? Has he forgotten that they’re all going to starve if you don’t at least make it to the top twelve?
Will you be “safe”? Or will you have to sing the same damned song that got you voted off? Who came up with that idea? It must have been Simon because it’s just plain nasty.
As far as you’re concerned, Ryan can just kiss your butt, go straight to hell, and he can take Simon and Kara and Ellen along with him. Pitchy? More like bitchy. What the hell do they know, anyway?
What’s that? You made it to the top 16?
Never mind.
