Friday, July 29, 2011

'Merica! Part Tew

Well friends, romans, countrymenz, it all ended today.
At 2:00AM I woke up and got ready for the big audition! They wanted us there by 5, so I thought I'd be safe and get there at 3:30. (Which turned out to be completely unnecessary...) After watching Meet the Robinsons on my Zune (in LOVE with that movie) I awkwardly asked the kid in front of me to take my picture.


Yeah. See that little pink light in the skyline? THAT'S JUST THE SUN RISING NBD.
We basically had nothing to do until about 7 so that was a fun few hours of doing nothing and making painful small talk!
Then the propaganda group shots began.


We were told to shout various phrases like "Give ME the golden ticket!" and "Welcome back to the Rocky Mountains!" The producer treated us like 8th graders basically...(shout out to Natalie Thomson!) It was all very demeaning.

Anywho. Then we found our seats in the stadium. I was lucky enough to be seated between a mom with a sun hat and a dude with a beard and a leather vest! Er.....
By the time we got in the sun was BLAZIN. Seriously. It was only 8 or 9 but I thought I was going to melt.

(Exhibit A)

After a couple more hours of waiting, they lined us all up for the slaughter. So to speak. 4 by 4 we marched up to one of the 11 different booths set up with various producers awaiting. I tried my best to be all smiles and full of personality. I made eye contact, I belted my song. I even threw in a few Christina Aguilera hand waves for style. But the lady in my booth didn't seem impressed at all. (She was wearing a bandeau and a ripped up tank top btw. Classy.) She told me and the girl next to me that we really needed to work on our vocals....And that was that! They cut our wristbands off and we walk-of-shame-walked our butts out of that blazin hawt stadium.

Yes. I'm telling you that I DID NOT MAKE IT. As convinced as I was that I could be the next American Idol, I didn't even pass the first round of auditions. But they're super weird about who they let through. So I wasn't even sad. I didn't cry or throw a fit. I just got Wendy's and was all, Whatever,


The experience was fun though. Should I ever decide to try again, I know what to do. Wear weird pants, act a fool, make up a crazy story about myself, and sing a Katy Perry song. Easy. Oh and also, don't show up a thousand hours early. Because you just don't need to. You just don't.

In conclusion, follow ur dreamz, reach for the starz, and watch out for THIS guy on TV!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

'Merica! Part 1

The saga of Emily trying out for American Idol all began today!
At exactly 3:30AM I woke up this morning/last night and got ready to head out to register at Invesco Field.

(Denver has no shortage of horse statues, I have come to learn.)

I arrived at the stadium around 5:30AM--after getting lost and turned around quite a bit-but-I-mean-it's-my-first-time-in-this-city-so-haters-back-off.
If you can believe it, I seemed to be the only person there flying solo. Everybody had somebody. Be it their androgynous aunt, chain-smoker boyfriend, doting daddy, or the occasional trio of hefty harmonizing sisters. So at first I felt a little awkward.


But as the cameras arrived and the lines moved I warmed up to my neighbors quickly enough. And the crazies began to emerge...


Turns out gimicks really do work. Anyone with an outfit or a hairstyle a teensie bit out of the ordinary was approached by the cameras. Like this dude. ^ And THIS DUDE:


He is 100% going to be on TV. They had him running around all over the place. Among the attention grabbers nearby there was also pink hair girl and the cowboy:


But! Don't worry! Although I was dressed as a normal sleepless human, I managed to weasel my way onto camera a bunch! At one point, this staff lady with a flip camera noticed my cheering and asked me a bunch of questions. And then ASKED ME TO SING FOR HER. So I sang a bit of Halo by Beyonce. It was the first thing that came to mind...I was pretty nervous, but I'll need to be even crazier come Friday if I wanna be fms!
I would say as of today there's probably a 10% chance I will be on TV. So GET PUMPED!

Overall, the day was a success. Despite waking up early, it turned out to be fairly painless. I only ended up standing in line for 2 or 3 hours! And I didn't even have to go to the bathroom once! Easy. When I got to the front they just gave me a paper wristband and some forms and told me to come back Friday at 5:00AM. Impressed? I thought so.

So keep a lookout for DAY 2 of the idol adventure! I will probably be standing around for many many more hours. Thinking about it makes me want to go to bed. At 8:30PM...Eeesh my sleep schedule is so messed now ha.
In conclusion, don'tcha wish yer idol wuz hawt lyke me?:

Saturday, July 23, 2011

If music be the food of love...



The other day I watched The Young Victoria with my roommate Haley.
She's an art history major so I kept asking her questions about what was going on during that era and whatnot. Fascinating stuff. Then during one part Prince Albert referenced Schubert's Swan Song (which became a motif for his character) and I totally knew what he was talking about! When it played I think Haley thought it was just part of the soundtrack--something written for the film--but I recognized it from my music 202 class! Totally Schubert.
Then I got to thinking about that class and how much I LOVED it. Seriously. I took so many notes. I hung on every word that my professor said--and not just because he had an awesome Australian accent.
You guys. I LOVE MUSIC.

Then today I went to the Harris Fine Arts Center on campus and it brought back even more memories of Music 202. And I just wanted to take that class again. Be a TA for it. Learn everything I possibly can about the history of music.

I'm singing in church tomorrow so I've been trying to warm up my voice every day. In all the choirs and voice lessons I've been in they emphasize singing with your throat open. That feeling you get right before you yawn. When I sing like that I feel silly, like an opera singer. So I was driving around today singing like that and I just started making up an opera. I rolled my r's and just sang in made up words that sounded Italian. It would have been absolutely hilarious for anyone to hear/see I'm sure. But the thing is...it felt real! I had this vision of me writing a real opera...and I don't even like opera that much.
I. Don't even know.
(Lately the best place for me to sing really loud and as ridiculous as I want is alone in my car. Celebrity impressions, practicing for AI, opera singing...you name it. It's awesome...)

Basically these past few days have been super weird. And I just really don't think I want to major in advertising anymore. What? Yeah. I'm not really a junior in college...Never mind that I have 76 credits already...oof.
Whyyyyyyyyyy do majors even EXIST. WHYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

Deepbreath. In conclusion, I leave for Denver to try out for American Idol in 3 days. Pray that I make it to the next round so I can become famous and never have to pick a major. lol? But really.
Love, Emily.

Monday, July 18, 2011

I have this problem.

So I just re-read some of my blog posts from my other blog. The one I started for my advertising class and then abandoned after the class was over. Everything on there was so much more interesting and well-written than this blog! And I think I know why. Because at the time, I had a purpose for writing, and a defined audience. I knew that the kids in my class would be reading what I wrote, so I was on my A-game! I wanted them to be amused. I wanted my teacher to pull examples from my blog to show the class. And thus my blogging was at its finest.
I want to write that way again!
So...what should I do?
Maybe I will start advertising my blog more on facebook and twitter. That way, I'll feel like more people might actually see what I write, and maybe I'll be more motivated to be clever and witty! Who knows.
I just want to write more. I want to be a writerrrrrr.

Any suggestions?

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I didn't even like dreamgirls.

Did I mention that my mom sent me this giant poster of Jennifer Hudson in the mail?


(Excuse my camera-phone quality)

She said her Weight Watchers leader gave it to her for free because she was so amused by my imaginary ongoing conversations with J-Hud.
--For example, if I have a bad day and I find myself gorging on a burger, fries and a shake I might say "I'm sorry Jennifer! I've wronged you!" etc--

So now it hangs on my wall empowering me to lose weight and become the next American Idol. The usual. You know.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Maybe you've heard?



Since the beginning of time--or 2002--people have been telling me to try out for American Idol. For the first 5 or so years I wasn't even old enough to audition. I would sit and watch and fantasize about taking the stage and blowing the judges away. As I got older I started to think trying out would be "uncool." This attitude mostly stemmed from the anger I felt every time a winner was picked that I didn't agree with(cue Ruben, Fantasia, Taylor Hicks, David Cook...almost every season...). Then every time I did want to try out, the auditions were far away or somehow things just didn't work out.

Well. Now here I am, 20 years old, going into my 3rd year of college. The original judges of the show are all but gone, and competing programs like "The Voice" and "America's got Talent" seem to be pushing AI off the radar...
But despite all of that I've decided that this is my year to shine.

So. On July 26th I will be boarding a plane to Denver, CO by myself to embark on a journey. It's a little bit ridiculous that I'm going alone, and a little bit ridiculous to think I'll make it past round 1...but I just have to do this. So that the next time someone says to me, "You should totally try out for American Idol!" I'll be able to say, "I totally did. In season 11."

(Also. It's no coincidence that Jennifer Hudson, former American Idol finalist, is now a spokesperson for Weight Watchers which I happen to be a lifetime member of...)