Too Normal?

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.