summer, Canada chooses the next pop star to follow in the
shoes of Ryan Malcolm, but before the search comes to a
hallowing end, it comes to a hallowing beginning with...
another Ryan, as Ryan Vickers takes the mic for a shot at
recapper (pictured, giving his best aria)
I fancied some fame. After
seeing countless versions of Idol on television, I figured it
was my turn to give it a go.
About a week ago, I figured that I had nothing to lose by
going down this weekend to try out for "Canadian Idol". During
this last week, I wavered, thinking I would go, I would not,
what am I doing, etc., that type of stuff. Even last night I
wasn't even sure.
I had had intentions to go to the audition site last night at
9 pm to get in line, anticipating it was going to be very very
long. However after I awoke from a short nap at 6 pm, I
decided it wasn't in my best interest.
I did, however, get up at the horrid hour of 5 am, was out of
the door at 5:30, and walked the half hour to the downtown
hotel where the auditions were taking place.
It turned out my hedging of bets was correct. At 6:30, a
producer came out and gave us the basic, and promptly at 8 am,
as was previously told on their web site, registration
started. I later found out that they were slightly lower than
last year, around 275 people. Which was good for me; it meant
that myself and everyone present would get seen before noon.
This is compared to a large audition site where sometimes you
have to wait for days.
Back to 8 am then. Everyone that was present (including the
brave souls that had camped out in the ballroom where the
auditions were being held) lined up and we were "assigned a
number based on the order in which we joined" (apologies to
Homer Simpson). In actual fact we were mixed up so that we
wouldn't be with the people we had just gotten to know.
And I do believe that was part of the fun. Hanging out,
talking with very friendly people - Newfoundlanders pride
themselves on this aspect of
their lives. I was lucky enough to meet quite a few people,
including some who had made the trip from the other side of
the island on a free bus shuttle. Everyone was very relaxed,
even if they were stressing themselves out by singing their
It was pointed out to us by some staffers that the first step
in the whole process would be done in groups of five. If you
were selected to go through, you'd get a pink ticket, and an
hour later, you'd be auditioning
for another producer, in hopes of a green ticket. These people
would then come back the next day to audition for the
celebrity judges. So a very quick, efficient process.
At around 11:30, my number was called, and I waited in the
front of the room, with about four other groups of five.
Twenty minutes later we were in the prep room, chatting with
Jon Dore, the show's "correspondent" (sort of like Dunkleman,
but you'll notice that Jon still has a job.).
The Short Form Result
Shortly before 12, our group was ushered into see a producer
in a very small room. Song choices ranged from "Beautiful" to
"Follow Me" (by Uncle Kracker). I chose a tried and tested
song, "Lean on Me". I got to sing one verse and one chorus.
Right after I finished, the producer stated that "I'd like to
thank everyone but today I'm only going to keep 1767". A short
down memory lane revealed that was not my number, and my
Canadian Idol audition experience was over.
In retrospect, I would have sang "Chimpan-A to Chimpan-Z" from
the Simpson's "Planet of the Apes" episode, but hey, what are
you going to do.
So should I put "Canadian Idol Reject" on my resumé then?
We'll see if my mug gets on TV when the show starts this
POSTLUDE: It didn't. Maybe that was best.
On the web:
Canadian Idol - CTV.ca