I mean, like, really scared. I'd like to try to be on there (but for the fact I'm just unbelievably over the age limit and I hate lines at DisneyWorld of 12 people, more or less a meeting of 10,000 of my favorite friends in a crappy run down football stadium).
Except, I wonder, do I really have a decent voice at all? I mean, I think I do and other people have told me it isn't wretch-worthy, so it can't be too bad, right?
Well, yeah, that's what I thought. Until I see some of these lummoxes who appear on the show and are completely unable to warble through two lines of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" without sounding like an EBS warning signal - and I'm talking about the new staticy-ones, not the old beep tones they used to have.
What the crap are these people thinking? Are their friends just undeniably mean when they tell them they should go on the show, or when they hear the potential contestant ask for their opinion, is it the same as being asked, "Do I look fat in this?"
Then again, Richard Hung got a record deal out of imploding on national television. I know I'm not great, but I'm not that bad either...
Yes, there you have it. Yet again, the middle class gets screwed. - sc
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