Everything Just For A Verse

Guess what! I didn't get in! Haha! That was depressing...

And to think I woke up ealy for the contest. When I got there, it was freakin' hot with the sun up above the tent and I had to fill up the 4-page entry form filled with self-absorbed questions.

Then, a staff shouted out to us to hurry up filling in the forms. I quickly jotted down the needed info into the form with my penmanship like random curves.

I surrendered the form and they stapled my photos in. I went to a seat where the applicants waited for the guards to let them in.

Then I waited in line to have our entries submitted and to finally wait for our turns to let us in.

85% of our time is at these chairs waiting to be the next one to prove yourselves. 10% at filling up these forms. 5% for your performance in front of the Director.

The wait is so long. You have no idea. And the longer the wait, the scary it becomes. When already in the 6th turn of chairs, a staff came up to us and break time was held. My mum bought my a KFC burger meal with fries and a Coke. I just immediately munched on it!

When I came back, the audition went into a fast pace. Almost too fast that when we were on the 1st turn of chairs, I just went directly to the restroom and threw up on some john. There goes my fries...

I came back to my seat with my heart beating intensely and my eyes watery from puking. I've never been nervous like that, ever!

I asked my mum if I should sing Evanescence's "Good Enough," she said that it's a good song. I know it is, but is it the perfect song for me? I suggested for Alanis Morissette's "You Oughta Know" and Evanescence's "Going Under." But since I've already practiced "Good Enough," maybe I'll just fire it away.

We were inside waiting for our turns to prove our talents. There's this tall and atractive girl who sang an alto-toned song with confidence. She was in. I thought of Alanis Morissette's song. Maybe I should sing it since I know the song inside out. But I didn't. When it was my turn, I sang the only 1st verse of the song after the Director interrupted me.

I walked out, picked up my bag and joined my mum to grocery shopping. That was it? I thought. All that intense and almost gut-wrenching training for just a verse of a song?

You did everything and you will only receive a "Thank You" for just a verse of a song. Now isn't that poorly magical.

It was depressing. I woke up early, I melt myself inside the tent from the scorching heat of the sun, I waited for hours and almost starved myself if a staff didn't tell us of our break time, puked my KFC fries because of the freakin' nervousness and my non-stop heart stomping, and I just get to sing a verse and get a "Thank You"? I thought it was worth a try. I should've thought again.

When we arrived, I saw Mojo's long and sad face peeking out of his cage. I changed my clothes and strolled Mojo all over Juna Subdivision. Somehow, it drove my depression away.

Thank you, Mojo. I'd rather sing for you now than get myself into a freaky situation of nervousness just to get a "thumbs down" from someone who thinks and judges you for not being deserving a PDA scholar.

And I wouldn't sing just a song. I'd throw a rock concert even just for you, Mojo, for driving my depression away. It's something human beings can't possibly do. And dogs are just magical with that.

Love you, Mojo. We'll stroll again, okay? (^_^)