Know Your Role
Let me preface this by
saying that I did not bear witness to what I am about to describe. I
heard it on the radio, and checked it out on the internet to see for
Andrew Fenton, an unemployed musician who appeared at the Boston
musicians got a scolding from everyone in the room even before he began
to sing. Andrew complained about having to wait all day for his chance
before the judges, and Kara told him that there were people who would
wait years for the chance to be on American Idol, which is true. After
all of this, Andrew gets down to sing "House of the Rising Sun," and was
decent, but his poisoning of the well beforehand sealed his fate. Don't
call us, we'll call you.
Several years ago, when Millionaire started their daily version, I
journeyed up to Seattle to try and get a spot in the hot seat. I woke up
at five in the morning to get there hours ahead of time. Told that I
might not make it because they would only take the first group of 250
applicants, I was a bit miffed. After all, I had done quite a bit of
traveling to get there. But I didn't throw a hissy fit over it. (As it
happens, they administered a few more rounds of the test.)
Anything worth doing is worth doing one hundred percent. You will have
to wake up earlier, stay later, and work harder than the next guy in
order to get noticed. If you are faster, better and better than the next
guy, then you will succeed. Life is as simple as that.
Sadly, Andrew was given his chance to sing. If I was one of the judges,
the instant he started to complain, I would have tossed him out on his
ear. But this is a television show, and everyone knows their role.
Andrew is supposed to be the put-upon hopeful who could be at home doing
things like applying for food stamps or hacking around on his XBox
instead of attending the tryouts. The judges played right into the
situation by engaging Andrew in the argument, instead of shutting down.
And the producers of the show chose to air this particular piece of tape
instead of burying it, because at this stage, the producers want that
bit of water cooler conversation.
And we eat it up, so the producers keep putting this stuff out there for
us. Sadly, the show is still going to be around for another four months.
Let me know how it ends, will you?
Travis Eberle can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Sing a few
bars for him and he'll tell you if you can move on to Hollywood.