Crashing Auditions and Talking to (HOT) Strangers
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UNREAL.
Mitherbee and I went over to the American Idol auditions. Everyone auditioning had a little wristband bracelet thing, so I just covered my wrists and we followed everyone else. One of the security people said they were expecting somewhere between 20,000 and 30,000 people to show up to audition, and I definitely believe that number was pretty close to the actual number of people there. Even at 5:30 it was absolutely packed, so we just walked around and listened to people warming up and introducing themselves to each other.
When we were about to leave, we decided to sit down on a bench and watch people going in, and after about five minutes, these two guys came over and sat down near us. One of them was so...um...attractive that I couldn't even look directly at his face, because I was afraid my retinas would spontaneously combust. I'm not even kidding. I can describe his shoes and jeans in great detail (also his shirt, hands, hair, and mouth...um, can you say perfect teeth?). We started talking to them and found out that they signed up just to go through the line with their friend (each person auditioning only gets to have one guest), who "can sing for real, and is definitely going to make it," and that they drove down from Virginia (Navy), but couldn't find a hotel room within eighty miles, and had to bribe a woman working in a hotel to give them a dirty room so they could take showers. Mitherbee told them we were thinking about registering so we could go through the line, and Adonis* said they'd take us as their guests. Then we said no, and he said he was serious, and I wanted to, but I think that after at least five hours (the low ballpark of how long people would be waiting, from what we heard), he would've noticed that I was just staring at his feet. So then he started trying to hit on this completely random girl who was not at all what anyone who saw him would've expected him to like, and Mom said, "Oh, come on...she's last call at the bar, when your standards are lower!" His response? "I'm from Mississippi...my standards ARE lower." I am not even kidding.
Also, there were people in tuxes, cow costumes, billion-inch heels, glittery pageant dresses, drag, and tri-colored mullets (among other awesome oddities). One woman was curling her eyelashes, one girl (with a guy in a wig carrying a beach ball) had a giant glittery sun on a dowel, and one guy (dressed entirely in purple) was walking around talking into his cell phone about his "record deal" and how "this new recording company has offered [him] SO much more money than anyone else has." This seemed like it was just pretentious behavior until we saw him three more times in three different places, and he was having the same conversation each time.
I don't even really like AI, but the level of energy was amazing, and there was something very intriguing about how far some of those people had come to sit for hours in the Charleston heat, just to get five minutes (or less) with someone who, in most cases, is going to send them on their respective ways.
*Probably not his real name (although it should be), but I wouldn't know for sure, because I was afraid that if he said his name and I typed it here, just looking at it could make my laptop explode
UNREAL.
Mitherbee and I went over to the American Idol auditions. Everyone auditioning had a little wristband bracelet thing, so I just covered my wrists and we followed everyone else. One of the security people said they were expecting somewhere between 20,000 and 30,000 people to show up to audition, and I definitely believe that number was pretty close to the actual number of people there. Even at 5:30 it was absolutely packed, so we just walked around and listened to people warming up and introducing themselves to each other.
When we were about to leave, we decided to sit down on a bench and watch people going in, and after about five minutes, these two guys came over and sat down near us. One of them was so...um...attractive that I couldn't even look directly at his face, because I was afraid my retinas would spontaneously combust. I'm not even kidding. I can describe his shoes and jeans in great detail (also his shirt, hands, hair, and mouth...um, can you say perfect teeth?). We started talking to them and found out that they signed up just to go through the line with their friend (each person auditioning only gets to have one guest), who "can sing for real, and is definitely going to make it," and that they drove down from Virginia (Navy), but couldn't find a hotel room within eighty miles, and had to bribe a woman working in a hotel to give them a dirty room so they could take showers. Mitherbee told them we were thinking about registering so we could go through the line, and Adonis* said they'd take us as their guests. Then we said no, and he said he was serious, and I wanted to, but I think that after at least five hours (the low ballpark of how long people would be waiting, from what we heard), he would've noticed that I was just staring at his feet. So then he started trying to hit on this completely random girl who was not at all what anyone who saw him would've expected him to like, and Mom said, "Oh, come on...she's last call at the bar, when your standards are lower!" His response? "I'm from Mississippi...my standards ARE lower." I am not even kidding.
Also, there were people in tuxes, cow costumes, billion-inch heels, glittery pageant dresses, drag, and tri-colored mullets (among other awesome oddities). One woman was curling her eyelashes, one girl (with a guy in a wig carrying a beach ball) had a giant glittery sun on a dowel, and one guy (dressed entirely in purple) was walking around talking into his cell phone about his "record deal" and how "this new recording company has offered [him] SO much more money than anyone else has." This seemed like it was just pretentious behavior until we saw him three more times in three different places, and he was having the same conversation each time.
I don't even really like AI, but the level of energy was amazing, and there was something very intriguing about how far some of those people had come to sit for hours in the Charleston heat, just to get five minutes (or less) with someone who, in most cases, is going to send them on their respective ways.
*Probably not his real name (although it should be), but I wouldn't know for sure, because I was afraid that if he said his name and I typed it here, just looking at it could make my laptop explode