Yesterday, while I was waiting to be judged at The Voice try-outs along with hundreds of other people …
… somebody asked me if the judges from The Voice were somewhere in the building, judging us. Because I’ve tried out twice before, I knew that the judges from the show, including Adam Levine and Blake Shelton (who seem to judge each other a lot), were nowhere near. I knew we would be judged by one person, sitting in a room with a laptop.
When I was waiting outside one of the audition rooms with nine other people, somebody said she hoped we would go into the room one at a time to be judged. I said, “No, we’ll go in as a group and each have 40 seconds to sing.” She judged that idea and didn’t like it.
The judge with the laptop in our audition room asked me to sing first. I sang 40 seconds of “Mad World” because I judged these lyrics easy to remember:
All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
And I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad
The dreams I have of dying are the best I’ve ever had,
I find it hard to tell you and I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very mad world.
I think I’m a good judge of singing and I’d say my singing yesterday was fine, but not fabulous enough to get me on the show. After I sang, I judged the other singers and thought they were fine, but not fabulous enough to get on the show. Then the last hopeful in our room — a young girl accompanied by her mother — walked up to the “x” on the floor and KILLED her audition piece. I judged that she was amazing and totally Voice– worthy. When the judge with the laptop said he was going to ask only one person in our group to stay, I wasn’t surprised. However, he asked somebody else to stay, which made me doubt his judgment. On my way out of the building, I saw the young girl and her mother and I told them that I judged her the best singer in our room, by far. Another singer from our room asked if I was going to try out for The Voice again in the future. I said, “I don’t think so,” and we told each other to keep singing, no matter how we’re judged.
I shall now ask the judges of this blog to judge which photos are their favorites.
Here’s my final judgment of this post: I don’t need a $40 fidget spinner, because I get to blog every day for free.
If you sing along to “Mad World”, please don’t judge yourself.
Thanks to all who helped me create this “Judges” post and — of course! — to YOU.