teaberryblue: (bomba)
I apologize for the delay in getting this last part up. There are a lot of other things that happened this week and I just kind of didn't have a chance to do another long post. The trouble is that it's getting a bit hazy in my memory.

So when I left off, I had gotten my green ticket for Round Three.

This time, I had two days in between-- two days when I managed to develop a sore throat, thanks to the beginning of allergy season, and didn't eat a damn thing except chicken soup.

The guys at work kept giving me a hard time, the motherfuckers, because I couldn't tell anyone what was going on. But it was all good, and Friday night, I went back to Philly, where I met up with my mom, dad, and [livejournal.com profile] liret who apparently got lost crossing the street.

We went to dinner at this amazing restaurant called Moshulu, where I COULD NOT EAT DAIRY, and on the way there, we saw Nigel, who totally pretended not to see me, haha. Anyway, then like half the production staff was in the restaurant, which was kind of funny.

So.

We leave, go to the hotel, I practice all my songs, then go to sleep. Get up at 6, and pretty much everything is the same as on Wednesday, except that this time when they line us up on the wall, I have MY FAMILY AND JESS with me. We wait on the wall with this kid from NYC who didn't have any family with him, and behind this girl who had the most amazingly snobby attitude ever.

They let us in, I go through the sign-in process, and then they sit us back down in rows like we were in on Wednesday, except that this time...there are only 46 of us. FORTY SIX. They had people going on Sunday, as well, but people were saying the Sunday group was slightly smaller. So. Holy fuck. Because we were all expecting 150-200 people to have made it this far.

I see some people I remember from previous, most especially Matt, who is mortified that his whole family is there including several obnoxious nieces and nephews.

I am also seated next to a drag queen. A drag queen who sings in a church.

This day is, well...there's a lot less I Love Rock n' Roll being played, mainly. I am the fifteenth person to go, I think? We have assigned seats again. Anyway, they first call us out to do a series of different televised interviews. Meg from the previous day does my first interview. She's awesome and I enjoy talking to her a lot. We banter about clothes, I tell her I brought my pirate stuff, and she gets really excited and tells me she wants to film me in pirate clothes so she'll get me later. I give shoutouts to [livejournal.com profile] liret, [livejournal.com profile] phuck, and all of [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_elite when I have a chance to.

I do another interview, with a woman named Hope, who is also awesome. I think I gave a couple more shoutouts with her, but I'm getting fuzzy between who I tried to and who I actually got to give them to. Hope makes me jump up and down a lot. She asks me why I should be the next American Idol. Since I really don't think I should be, I have a hard time with this question and say something about how there's never been an American Idol who is a total geek.

Then I get called out to do a series of posed still photographs. The guy who does the still photographs keeps trying to get me to do sexy poses. I can't do sexy at. freaking. all. So I do some silly shit for him. As soon as I get out, I wish I had done a Junior Birdman pose. Oh well.

Anyway, I sit around a while longer while the local news comes to interview people, and Meg comes in and asks me to come out with my pirate clothes. I change into pirate clothes, get filmed, change back.

Around NOON, the celebrity judges get there. Meanwhile, Ryan Seacrest-- who is awesome in person, by the way-- has been there all morning-- not as long as us, but since maybe 10 or so, and you can kind of tell he's irritated that the judges are taking their sweet time. We hear murmurs about how Paula is teeny and Simon is much smaller in person, but we don't see them.

FINALLY, they start calling people in to see the judges.

I don't know what time they finally call my row, but it's taken for-fucking-ever and I think out of the ten people in front of me, they've gotten through five and picked one. A girl who apparently had already been to Hollywood in previous years...TWICE...and cut in the first round in Hollywood. At this point, I'm becoming very aware of how important this is to the other people there. Whereas I'm there for the ride. Which makes me feel kind of bad. There are several people there who've been to Hollywood before, which is crazy to me. Some of them had auditioned in multiple cities this year and were turned down at several auditions in other cities. And people who've been coached specifically for this. About half of them are professional or semi-pro singers, or voice majors. And I'm like, shit, I started practicing three weeks ago?

Not in a worried way, more in a haha ironic way. So I'm waiting, waiting...and they let through three people in a row. Wow. Two of them were pretty cool, one of them is this blonde girl who is from Oregon and is a cage fighter and is a bit snobby but GORGEOUS...but she had one of those attitudes like she knows she's gorgeous. One of them is a girl who is a sweetheart and a guitar player and into classic rock and I was thrilled for her.

Oh, before I go that far, I should tell you about my favorite auditioner-- this guy I talked to at the first auditions. He was from Delaware, and came because a friend of his desperately wanted to try out. He was tagging along. He decided oh, what the hell, he could make an ass of himself and audition, and as long as he was making an ass of himself, he might as well dress up in THE METAL PRINCESS LEIA BIKINI HIS FRIENDS MADE FOR HIM AS A JOKE.

His audition goes like this: He walks in. Thirty seconds later, he walks out and says "They told me to wax my chest and come back next year."

So we get to the girl one ahead of me. At this point, the judges have already stopped for breaks twice. Ryan has been bitching openly about Simon's inexplicable need to change his shirt and how Simon is incapable of working for 20 minutes straight and he's getting really irritated with them-- particularly Simon.

We see the Judges. Simon is ignoring all the contestants, Paula is polite and smiles and waves-- and really is tiny. And Simon is definitely not over 5'8". He's much scrawnier than he appears on TV. Randy is EXACTLY like he appears on TV and is pretty awesome and chats with everyone.

And the judges decide they need to take an hour for lunch.

Which is fine by me, because I get to eat soup and practice some more and I am sounding pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.

After lunch, Simon decides he has to change his shirt again, much to the chagrin of Ryan.

The girl ahead of me, who had been a professional singer for seven years and was a finalist on the show Popstars? She goes in.

She comes out. No ticket. Now, I heard her. She was fucking amazing and incredibly sweet. But, she says, the judges didn't like her song choices.

Ryan sends me off, and is really cool.

I go in. Everyone is incredibly friendly, except for Simon, who is not being particularly snarky so much as off in his own little world and unattentive. Paula, believe it or not, is doing the interviews, and she is lovely and not at all the way she comes off on television (read: not stoned off her ass).

And Randy and Paula...just keep talking to me. No singing. They are just chatting. Asking all kinds of questions about me, about what I do, about what I've done. Then Paula looks at my resume and sees the bit about Playgirl. And they start asking me questions about my job there.

Finally, Simon chimes in. "What on earth was that like?" he asks.
"I pretty much looked at naked men all day," I say. "It was the most boring job I've ever had. It's probably a lot like your jobs, actually."

And then Randy and Paula... KEEP TALKING TO ME. Finally, Simon is like, okay, we kind of have to make her sing, guys. So what are you singing?

I tell him my song. FINALLY SOMEONE HAS HEARD OF IT. Simon is like, oh, okay, interesting choice.

And I start singing. And about three lines in...I start singing lyrics that aren't even in any way right. It's not even forgetting lyrics. It's COMPLETELY WRONG LYRICS.

It's like, wtf, brane?

And Randy is shaking his head, looking disappointed, and I almost stopped and was like, okay, you know what, we all know I fucked up, would you like me to do something else or just call it quits because I knew I sucked, but I figured they're doing this for TV and they'll tell me when they want me to stop. They let me go on for quite a while and finally Simon tells me to stop.

And Simon asked me a question, and I don't remember what he asked, but I was like, "look, I really respect your opinion, and I almost always agree with you on the show, and if you say I sucked, I'll know I sucked."
And he kind of raises and eyebrow and is like "Well, what do you think I'm going to say?"
And I said, "That I sucked, because I did."
And he was like. "Yeah, pretty much. Did you really think you'd be the next American Idol singing that?"
And I was like, "Well, I hoped so, but I also wasn't intending to fuck up the whole audition."
And they all kind of laughed and I thanked them for listening to me and was like "I'm sorry I messed up, but I really appreciate the opportunity to sing for you all, it's a real honor."
And Simon looked sort of surprised and said, "Likewise."
And then Randy said, "Hey, can you get me a job at Playgirl?"
And I said, "In a minute! I don't know about you, though, Simon, sorry."
And Randy started cheering.

So then I walk out of the room, and Ryan is like "It looks like we have a..."
And I give him the thumbs down.
And Ryan is like, "WHAT? WHAT? But they all loved you! Randy said you were his girl!"
Which is funny, because he's on headset, so they're all telling him shit through the audition.
And I said, "Nah, that's because I said I could get him a job in porn. I totally sucked. I messed up my lyrics."
And Ryan still looked baffled, because it seemed pretty obvious that the whole staff loved me and they weren't expecting me to fuck up.

Then they make you go to this other section to sign out. And again, the women there are like, okay, we need you to wait here.
And I was like, "I thought I only needed to wait if I got a ticket?"
And they ALSO looked shocked that I didn't get one. So there was kind of something going on there? It seemed like there was.

Anyway, then I did my debriefing interview with Hope, who was still very cool, and then we went out for lunch AND I GOT TO EAT CHEESE and then we got GELATO AGAIN and then we went home! And I had all of Sunday to go boating in Mattituck and yay!

So it was pretty awesome all together, even if I may end up getting made a fool of on national tv.
teaberryblue: (bawkbawk)
So, when we left off, I had just received my golden ticket to advance to the second round of the Philly auditions.

This meant going back to Philly by myself after one day back in New York to be at the auditions first thing Wednesday morning. It kind of sucked, because I wasn't allowed to tell anyone what was going on-- technically, I think I'm still not allowed to, but it's not as if they can disqualify me at this point!

I stayed at the hotel where the second round of auditions was being held so I'd be able to make it first thing, bright at early. It was expensive and easily the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in without my parents, save this one really plush place in Wales. But I was by myself, which blew for staying in such a nifty hotel.

I also had to go get dinner by myself, so I went to this little Irish pub that had a great selection of beers on tap. And I realized that the guys at the table across from me were the camera crew for the auditions. I didn't want to interrupt them or make them uncomfortable, because it might have been weird to hang out with one of the contestants, but I did talk to them about the food and stuff.

Then I went to bed, got up in the morning, and got downstairs by about 6:45-- I had to be there at 7. They lined everyone up on this wall outside the hotel, and then they did shots of us waiting and shots of us going in. The guy who did the shots of us going in was one of the people I'd talked to at dinner, so I said hey and he said hey and he did my shots and then I got to go in.

They put us all in this big conference room and assigned us all seats by number. I was with this one guy whose name I don't recall, a girl named Michelle, a girl named Camellia, and this other girl whose name I don't remember but who was dressed entirely in gold lame and a feather boa and who was a compleete crackerjack. There were also these two guys sitting behind me who were really cool-- one, Matt, who was singing Billy Joel and Johnny Cash the whole time I was there.

Anyway, they start by explaining how the day is going to work. They put stickers on all of us, with our numbers, and tell us that we have to each memorize a different section of the verse parts of "I Love Rock N' Roll." They start playing the song so we can learn it-- of course, since they had told us to familiarize ourselves with the song on the first day, I had the whole thing memorized already.

Then they brought in Nigel Lythgoe, who was going to judge the performances that day. He kind of ran us through some dos and don'ts based on previous auditions-- things like "Don't sing the national anthem-- especially if you don't know the words" and other gems of wisdom one would think were common knowledge. Then they kind of let us loose-- but KEPT PLAYING I LOVE ROCK N' ROLL. ALL DAY.

So these auditions go really slowly. They take us in our groups of five to go sit in chairs in the hall, and then we each get to go in one at a time. I was about halfway into the group. There were about 150 people there that day, and another group the next day, though I don't know how big that group was.

They didn't get to me until like 3:45, after taking a lunch break. And I didn't get to see who got in and who didn't from the people before me, except for the people I was sitting with when I came out. From that group, they didn't take very many people-- of the seven people before me whom I saw, I think three of them got golden tickets, and then there was me.

So I go in, Nigel asks me to explain my outfit. He asks if it's 40s clothing. I say that it's all 60s clothing-- which it technically was, according to my mother. He was like, "I lived through the sixties and I don't know anyone who dressed like that." I told him he didn't know my mother, because she owned pretty much all of this stuff. He asked me a couple questions, then asked what I'd sing.

I said Red Right Hand, and he said he'd never heard of it before, so I was like, "well, it'll be a learning experience, then."

And sang.

I got to the end of the song and he asked if I picked it because it didn't have a tune. Which it does, but it's pretty amelodic, and that wasn't something that had occurred to me when I was picking it. And I said no, I picked it because it was one of my favorite songs or something, and that it did have a tune, but it was amelodic. And he said, okay, that's more accurate, do you have anything melodic for us? And I named a couple songs and he had me do Evil Ways, and then he said, okay, you're too unique for me not to give you a golden ticket, but I don't really know what's going to happen with you, I don't know if the judges will like you or not. And I told him that was cool, and I was happy to get one no matter what and it was further than I thought I'd get.

Then I got to go out and I think I just said "EXCITED" to the camera crew like fifteen times, before I went to my interview. They do a post-audition interview, off-camera, with every person who gets a golden ticket, with two of the other producers, Meg and Ron, and they were just awesome. I really liked them. They asked me a whole bunch of personal questions about different stuff and Ron ended up asking me to bring my pirate clothes to the next audition. I was like, haha, I have them here. Anyway, I really liked them, they were fun, and then they gave me a green ticket telling me where and when to do my next audition, which was on Saturday.

And then I had to get back on another train to go to work on Thursday. I think I'm going to do this in three parts, because this one is quite long enough now!
teaberryblue: (heaven)
So, I can finally end the radio silence and tell you all about my past week--

In which I got to the top 100 AI contestants in Philly and then COMPLETELY FLUBBED my televised audition.

For those of you who want to comfort me or tell me it's okay, I know it's okay! I honestly am not interested in being a professional singer to begin with. I like to sing, but I was only going to the auditions to see what it was like because it was my last year of eligibility, and I never even imagined I'd get through the first round.

I did.

It was a totally freaking awesome experience and the only thing I regret is that I really flubbed my lyrics, so I will look like a complete idiot on TV if they air me. But everyone seemed to really like me-- I'll tell you more about that later.

For those of you who are curious about the whole American Idol process and such, I've got to tell you all, it was so much fun, and if you are the right age to be eligible next year, I would completely encourage any of you who have ever even been curious to go try it out.

So here's how it went. Last Friday, [livejournal.com profile] liret and I took a train down to Philly.

When I got there, I realized I hadn't brought any comfy shoes. The front desk attendant at the hotel, Bennett, LOANED ME HIS SNEAKERS because he was awesome.

We slept for maybe two hours before getting up at about 3 in the morning and taking a cab to the Wachovia Center. The rules for the auditions said that you could not line up before 6 am, but at 4 in the morning, there were already about a thousand people ahead of us on line. So we got on line and waited. And waited. We talked to a few people-- one girl who had auditioned last year, a girl who had auditioned for ANTM, and a guy with a Youtube show who filmed us (you can find that earlier in my LJ). It was pretty fun and didn't take nearly as long as we expected. At one part, they herded us through this fenced in area to film everyone cheering and stuff for the local news and shit. Then they sent us in in smaller groups to get our wristbands and a list of rules for what to do at the actual auditions.

There were a lot of people waiting online who were doing "sing offs" and trying to impress or intimidate each other. Some of them had really amazing voices, but the ones who were singing the most-- were the crappiest. In [livejournal.com profile] liret's and my case, we kind of just sang things that we thought would be funny. Like the Count Olaf song.

By about 11 am, we had our bracelets, and then we went back to the hotel and completely crashed. We got up, went for waffles, and kind of hung out in Philly doing things like going to see Death at a Funeral, which was hilarious, and going to the market and getting pickles. Then we went to a restaurant called Caribou Cafe for dinner. The girl at the hotel said that it was "typical American" cuisine but it was a French/Belgian bistro with a nice selection of Belgian beers.

Then we tried this awesomely awesome CHOCOLATE CAFE called Naked Chocolates which was one of the most insane places I've ever been in my life. OMG.

Sunday we didn't have anything pressing so we kind of just moseyed about and went to Burlington Coat Factory, where I purchased the most awesome shoes ever and tried on like a zillion hats. We each bought one, and we got all totally Snicketed out, which was fab. Since I was kinda going in Snickety clothes to the audition.

Then we went to a hibachi place and Jess got really good steak hibachi and I got Udon.

Monday we had to be there between 5 and 6. We got up at 4, got dressed, checked out of our hotel, and then went to the Wachovia Center on the subway.

When we got there, there was a huge crowd there again, and they made us get on line, again. But this time we had our bracelets, so once they let people start entering the Wachovia center-- after we talked to a bunch more people, and listened to more people have singoffs-- we got to go to our seats which were based on what time we had come to register, so we had pretty good seats-- we were in about the fourth or fifth section to get to audition, and we actually got seated in a club box, so our section had its own bathroom and things like that. Pretty sweet. They would not let you bring in food, though, so [livejournal.com profile] liret had to throw away all her food. That kind of sucked.

We got into our boxes and they started the auditions. Well, they started doing crowd shots. Crowd shots involved making the whole audience sing "I Love Rock n' Roll" over and over and over again. Then they set up the tables to start the auditions. They called people down in stadium sections, and started with a group of people who had all won regional contests and shit like that. So they start auditioning them and they're just steamrolling through them like whoa-- it took a good twenty minutes or so before they even let one person through. Man.

At this point, when they were axing people who clearly were amazingly good, I was like, shit, so I'd better do Red Right Hand, because it's super unique.

So then finally they call up our section, and they arrange us into groups of four people, and send us to one of the judges tables. It was me, Jess, this other very young girl who had been sitting near us, and then this other girl whom I totally don't remember. The judge basically told each of us to stand up and sing our songs in order. She listened to Jess for a while and then told her at the end that it was the first time she'd heard Dolly Parton all day and seemed really happy with it. Then she listened to me and the other two girls. The girl on the other side of me had a very pretty but kind of quiet voice and was obviously nervous. I don't even remember the last girl. Then the judge called all four of us up and was like, "Hey, so, I'm afraid the three of you--" meaning Jess and the other two girls "all have really nice voices, but just don't have a lot of presence, so you need to work on that but you should all come back next year. And you--" meaning me, "--I need you to stay behind for a little while longer because I've never heard that song before and I want to talk to you."

So after figuring out how to meet up with Jess again later, she asked me what the song was and then said, "well, I've never heard of it, and you were really different. And we like different, so I'm giving you a golden ticket."

So I got my golden ticket and got ushered into THE SECRET ROOM O'DOOM. They made me turn off all my phones, etc., and then gave me all this paperwork to fill out. One was a biographical sheet, and one was a confidentiality agreement that said I couldn't tell anyone whether I'd made the show and all this other shit I had to sign that said that basically if I make the show, Fox owns my soul. It also said that if I performed any original work, Fox would own it in perpetuity. Hah. So I fill all that out, and leave and find Jess. We went and got gelato at this place that is seriously like Gelato Wonderland, and then went home to New York, me with a green ticket that says I need to show up at a specific hotel on Wednesday.

And that's part one. I'm going to post up about the rest of it later, because this? Is super insanely long!

Hokay!

Aug. 13th, 2007 11:16 pm
teaberryblue: (heaven)
So, [livejournal.com profile] liret and I just secured a hotel room in Philly for the weekend of the 24th so that we can go audition for American Idol.

Because why? Because it's my last year of eligibility, and when I'm old and saggy and have grandchildren, and there is a cable channel #585747484 that plays all reruns of old reality TV and it is considered totally retro, I want to be able to tell them that yes, Grandma did try out for American Idol and make a fool of herself like thousands of people in her generation.

Hooray for future-granny!Tea.

Of course, the last year I can do it is the first time that I know of when they haven't had New York auditions, so we're going to the closest one, in Philadelphia.

I will be perfectly honest here. I am an okay singer. I am fairly pretty and have an interesting personality. And big boobs. And big hair. I think that there have been contestants on AI in the past that I could compete with, but I don't think I'm anywhere near the level of the finalists. I'm expecting I won't get through the first round of auditions, if they pick me to audition. I'm doing it for fun.

On the other hand, I want it to be a lot of fun.

I've already asked [livejournal.com profile] phuck, because I consider him my favorite expert on all things AI-related, but for the rest of you:

I have a fairly low, jazzy alto. I sing jazz, folk, and blues well. I have a few songs prepared already but if anyone has any recommendations for songs they think I should have ready in case they ask me for something specific? Please recommend!

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