It has begun. I’m definitely not obsessive, although Mike would say I am. Sure, I don’t want to miss a show, but I’m not in the American Idol fan club, I’ve never been to an American Idol concert, and Ace didn’t draw my tattoo.
But I do enjoy watching the show—much to Mike’s dismay. He makes fun of the singers, he makes fun of the judges, and he makes fun of me!
“You knew this before you married me,” I tease. He knew that even as a child I remember watching Star Search and Fame. He knew I was in my high school's show choir (dare I say that it really was cool at my school!). He knew that I love Broadway and enjoy reading my monthly Playbill magazine. He knew that I tap-danced and was the forensics coach at the high school.
He knew this before he married me—
What can I say, I enjoy the performing arts!
And he did catch the spirit last night. Guess who “auditioned” for me, singing California Dreamin’ in his best bass voice? Okay, so I really had to beg him, but it sure was fun!
So let's get past these first few weeks of competition. You know, it's one thing to shatter the dreams of young men and women that are strong, nice-looking, and intelligent. It's quite another thing to laugh at contestants that are clearly disadvantaged in other ways.
Regardless, I'll tune in next Tuesday. Will you?
birthday boyS! {40 and 8}
15 years ago
1 comment:
Yes I will! Alex's favorite part is the beginning with all the bad singers. Mine is the end when it's down to 4 or so. We bought a new video camera this week and on an idol commericial break I did my audition for the show--taped. My song was "come, now is the time to worship". I have a whole routine worked out for when I solo at church, which will be never.
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