Competition…it means different things to different people. But whether it’s a friendly rivalry...or a fight to the death...the end result is the same. There will be winners...and there will be losers. Of course, the trick is to know which battles to fight. You see, no victory comes without a price.
There are three people. Two will win. One saw it coming.
Fall in love or fall in despair. Get inspired or be depressed. Speak the truth or lie and cheat. Walk through the middle or the room or sit in the corner. Life is chaos. Embrace it. Forgive yourself. Breathe and enjoy the ride. Most important…have no regrets.
I love shaking my foot when I sit. I love nodding my head when I don't pay attention. I love coloring on paper table cloths with crayons. I love observing people and getting scolded for staring. I love taking on your body language. I love making you smile without moving your mouth. I love pausing in the middle of a kiss and saying "Hi." I love knowing that there is always something bigger to catch. I love you thinking that you aren't beautiful until I know you are. I love keeping things sacred. I love being for just one person. I love watching your hands move when I should be listening to you speak. I love knowing I'm saying more when nothing's coming out of my mouth. I love having a tight grip. I love feeling your expressions change when your face is buried in my neck. I will spend more time looking at your hands than I will looking at your face.
My hip is in the corner. My leg is on the other side of the room. And my arm is just outside of reach. But my heart is still right here. And I'm still little.
Last November I auditioned for America’s Got Talent. This was about as far from my comfort zone as I could get. So far in fact that I blew the audition in the first five seconds, had to restart, and shook from fear for the rest of the afternoon. At least the little mousy TV producer/intern didn’t “give me the hand,” like he did to a few of the other acts in the room. You know, when he interrupts the act with a Supremes “Stop in the Name of Love” style hand in the air while shouting “Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank you. We’ll be in touch.”
Anyway…It was a wonderful weekend in my second city with good friends.
Even though I have been TV free for several months now, I still catch up on my favorite shows thanks to Netflix and hulu. Tonight, as I was watching America’s Got Talent I realized that there is no way I could have made it to the next round. I’m too normal. Nothing more than your average Joe singing your average song while wearing an average grey sweater….with fantastic hair.
The acts that made it through the first round fall into three categories: Freaks who draw ratings, cute kids the judges can’t resist, and omg jaw on the ground amazing talent. It is the last category that I cannot ever break into.
For example, Landau Eugene Murphy, Jr walked onto the stage for his first audition looking like anything but the next big thing. (I’m a few weeks behind…and have no idea if he is still on the show.) Murphy did the one thing that I cannot do. Okay…not the ONE thing, but certainly the most important. He had the ability to totally blow away any expectations held by the judges. Is he the best singer? No. Is he entertaining? Mildly. Does he throw his entire being into 90 seconds that will blow your socks off? Heck yes.
