So Brooke and I tried out for American Idol last week.
That's right.
Tryouts were in San Francisco, which is 2 hours from where I live. We had to be there at 7 am on Tuesday to register and get wristbands, which we then had to wear for 2 days until auditions, which were on Thursday. Thursday we were up bright and early because we had to be at the Cow Palace by 5 AM!! Holy early. We stood in lines for ridiculous amounts of time. I actually sang with my mouth closed on camera, which will hopefully never make it to the show (I am pretty embarrassed of that in hindsight, actually, haha).
It was lots of fun, though. We even saw Justin Guarini! (That's right, season one fans. Be jealous!) We met some weird people, listened to a bunch of horrible singing, Brooke got some dude's phone number, someone thought I was 17 years old (haha, for reals), and all in all just enjoyed the experience. You sing for some random judges the first few rounds, and we got cut right out of the gate--we didn't even make it past the first judges! haha. In our defense, though, our judge was nodding, smiling, and even winked at me during my audition. Then he told us this, "We're looking for something really specific this year, much different from last year, so we're going to have to let you go." In other words, "YOU'RE NOT GOOD/CUTE/WEIRD/ASIAN/BLONDE ENOUGH." Ha ha.
So we laughed and kissed our dreams of fame goodbye and went home.
24 comments:
That is so cool that you did that!I LOVE American Idol and have watched it every year since the beginning! I hope we see you on camera next January!
It's okay. I've now been rejected twice. From what I could see, you guys got a LOT of singing time...Sarah and I thought for sure at least one of you had it. There you have it for the "real" singing competition...you're totally right about the not asian/blonde/weird...whatever, enough. I figure I'm never going to be a perfect half black half white mix skin, with blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde hair who can also sing pretty decently (hypothetical/stereotype person)...or an overweight guy who tries to sing STIX...key word being tries! (real live actual auditoner)Yeah, that's who got in out of the four of us in our "try out" group. Totally they have in mind what they want...not all about singing and looking like a normal person. Oh well...its always worth a shot.
Wow. I now know two people that tried out in SF. Must be the year. Too bad you didn't make. You have a nice voice.
it was so fun, though! me and that guy are totally going to hang out and fall in love and get married.
I've always thought you should try out for AI! :) Fun that you did it with your sister. Not fun that they cut you after the first round. I hope to see some closed mouth singing during the auditions next January! :)
That is so awesome! I hope they put your singing with your mouth closed on t.v. cause that is talent. And pretty sweet to see!
Oh that would be fun, but I don't think I would have dared even to try. Good for you!
Hi Niki,
You don't know me, but I found your blog through Chantri Keele. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate your optimism and your love for life, even when it gets rough. You are an inspiration to many I'm sure! Just wanted to say thank you!
Brittany
ok so just a thought... i'm getting married in 45 days in the ballroom at the rancho bernardo inn where simon, paula and randy judged the people that got to them. so maybe you come sing at the wedding and it will feel like you made it! seriously though they missed out your whole family are beautiful singers!
Rar...that makes me angry...I should protest and never watch American Idol again, I know I'm just one little person, but trust me they's miss me...lol. They seriously don't know what they are missing out on. You girls have the voices of Angels in my opinion. I've always thought that. I am one of your biggest fans. Totally their loss girls. LOL...Nikki I really do hope that they play that (you singing with your mouth closed) I always thought you were so cool cuz you could do that. I guess I won't know if they play it though cause I'm never watching it ever again.:-) Those people wouldn't recognize real talent if it slapped them in the face. Love ya. Heather Virgin Miller :-)
Props for even trying. So many fail by not even trying.
I was thinking of trying out also until I played the American Idol karaoke game and got kicked off on the easy level. Digital Simon's a jerk. He don't know me. He doesn't know nothin'. I'll be back. You haven't seen the last of Moussey.
I'll keep an eye out for that cute, weird, blonde Asian this season.
-Moussey
P.S. Have you made a Christmas CD lately?
what songs did you guys sing?
Awww...moussey. It's been a while.
Who the crap are you? Seriously.
Stacy,
We did get a lot of singing time! We sang our duet first, and then we each did our solos...and we both sang for a while. But it didn't matter in the end :)
Amanda, I sang Someone to Watch Over Me and Brooke sang A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (from Cinderella). Brooke said she didn't think she did very well on her solo, but I actually did better than I thought I would (considering nerves) on mine. So who knows!
And Heather, I laughed when you said that you guess you won't know if they play the clip of me because you're never watching it again! haha. I miss you guys!! Move to California, already!!
Are you convinced that I know you yet? I'm not just some stalker...or maybe I am and haven't faced reality yet.
You look great. I know you'll do well in Grad School. Does the school have good scholarship/aid programs?
-Moussey
P.S. I'm open to questions, but you have to do better than "who the crap are you."
Okay, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm getting a little creeped out by this Moussey fellow. Like many that frequent this blog, I am cheering Nikki on in her recovery process, and am on the lookout (if not unconsciously) for anyone that would mess with someone going through such a difficult experience in such a public arena. Blogs attract all sorts of well wishers, as well as creeps.
And remaining anonymous well past the first 2-3 "here's a fun guess-who game to play with an old friend" interchanges falls into the latter category for me.
Sorry.
Why would someone do that? Go for so long wanting to be undetected? My best guesses:
1) He/she is truly harmless, albeit not very good at picking up on cues that the game has grown old. (If this is the case, know something about Nikki: she's far too nice to tell you that the game has grown annoying/creepy, even if that's the case. I'm not. It has.)
2) He/she is married. (If this is the case then good luck with your life. But don't seek solace in Nikki. Prey on someone else.)
Or it could be something else altogether, but the innocuous images are far outweighed by images of some creepy internet guy hunched over his computer drooling over this blog until the early hours of the morning.
So Moussey, perhaps I'm an overprotective paranoid friend of Nikki. Actually, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
Either way, there's only one thing to do: out yourself! Send her a private email or something...but stop being creepy!
And perhaps these allegations say more about me than you. If so, and I'm wrong about you (I hope that I am), I'll gladly apologize publicly.
I told her from the beginning that people who pull the whole "guess who I am" game are random people who you never really knew well in the first place.
If he is really an old friend he shouldn't have to play attention seeking games as an ice breaker. and referencing random crap like leather pants and our family christmas CD just means you own a computer and know who she is, not that she knows you back.
sooooooooooo yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh
ten bucks you're a weirdo.
you'd think an attractive girl who was a cheerleader at BYU would recognize a potential stalker when she saw one. HELLO.
THANK YOU BROOKE!!!
Good grief.
Okay people. Everyone just calm on down!
Just a fun little game from someone who obviously knows me (or knows my family or something), and I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been playing along. So don't get all angry protective on me.
Though I have to admit that I'm getting a little bored of it. I want to know who you are, Moussey, but I don't have the energy (or time) to really care all that much. I mean, I care who you are...but spending hours and hours figuring it out is just low on the priority list at this point. I hope that doesn't sound harsh, because it's not meant to. Just tell me already. :)
Thank you to prfsn8r and my sister who are trying to protect me. And thank you to Moussey who has been entertaining me and giving me something semi-exciting to look forward to here and there. I appreciate both ends of it.
Like I said earlier, Moussey, I'm losing interest in this game :) If you're ready to out yourself, email me at havejoy(at)ymail(dot)com. Or spill the beans on the blog, whichever.
And if you're not ready to uncloak yourself, I can respect that (and be a tiny bit annoyed at the same time...haha). I hope you keep checking my blog (though I am going private soon) and commenting as Moussey...but just know that I probably won't be trying to figure out who you are. I'll just accept you as my random, anonymous friend. Deal?
There. Now we can all be happy instead of angry/protective/anonymous...never a good combo. haha.
Blogging is awesome. The end.
Wow, no harm intended. Just trying to lift up an old friend in a hard time, and simply don't know if we ended on the best of terms. If I've portrayed myself as a creep, please forgive. I actually think she was the stalker in the very beginning.
Picky Nikki, I know you'll push forward in faith. I only wish but for the very best for you and your daughters.
-Moussey R.I.P.
Haha. Wow. This has gotten very melodramatic. And just for the record, I haven't thought it was creepy. I thought it was fun. Though if you never tell me who you are, it might start leaning to the creepy side a bit...haha.
But I've had an epiphany and I think I might know who you are. So before we lay Moussey to rest, answer these questions:
1. Did you live in King Henry?
2. Did you recently run into one of my old roommates at a restaraunt and pay for her entire party's meal?
3. Did you play a chilly sport while at BYU?
Okay. If I've guessed right, I know why you might have felt uncomfortable commenting. But that was a long time ago. Email me so we can catch up without all these listening eyes reading our stuff :) haha.
If I'm guessing wrong, then I give up. We can lay Moussey to rest. Even though I still think you should email me and tell me who you are. Now sounds like a good time to patch up whatever it was that ended things badly.
Thanks for your supportive comments through the last little bit. I've appreciated it. I'll keep my eyes peeled for your email. :)
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