The Audition

The Audition

Last Saturday I was asked to be a judge for some kids who came to audition. They are auditioning to be part of a show next week. They are going to do the warm up for a group from BYU. This group have become a celebrity. They are former missionaries who went on a mission to Cebu, Philippines and have started a fun group they call themselves the Hey Joe Show! They learned the language so well and are so popular here in the Philippines and are coming to do a show!

I had 28 contestants and chose the top 10 with 5 runners up who were good too! We discovered two professional singers who also decided to audition and of course they both made it to the top. Mandy wrote a poem a few years ago that I kept in my files because I though it was so cleverly done. I could never be a contestant myself because I don’t have a voice but I do have good ears.

In honor of those poor souls who came to audition here is a poem for you!

THE AUDITION

by Mandy V. Morrison

Time is ticking

Your turn is up

You're shoved in quickly

The door gets shut

They sit in the back

Their eyes dark and cold

You straighten your back

And try to act bold

You open your mouth

And the terror is heard

You begin to doubt

You can't utter a word

The pianist starts playing

You stand still and frightened

You think who am I kidding?

Why did I think I could have tried it?

You start out weak

So panic takes over

And then you squeak

The room seems to closed

You feel small and exposed

Vulnerable and embarrassed

Like being decomposed

Or going to school undressed

I'm a mouse being cornered

A puppy being punished

A quivering foreigner

Too frail to accomplish

The pressure builds up

I then had enough

My voice sings too soft

Barley, a whisper a cough

It squeaks and it trembles

Proving my fears stumbles

The song ends abruptly

And I hold back my tears

I could have done it better

I could have been great

But I let fear consume me

And it left me to hate

I fear to try, to do that again

I never will try, not till the end

Now I fear to sing

To do what I love

I fear to sing

I fear to love

Why was I asked to be a judge?

You might ask

 I will never know

 But for a brief moment

 I felt like J. Lo.

Con amor,

Vero