We survived the cattle call that was the auditions for a, um, nationally televised talent show.
I’d love to tell you all about it, except that I signed a contract, agreeing not to discuss or disclose events related to the Program, my involvement in the Program, blah blah blah, forever in perpetuity, world without end, amen. I think I signed away Boo’s first born son, too, but I’m not sure.
I can probably tell you that we sat around and waited for 3 hours before it was our turn and then the kids danced half their dance (we knew going in that they only allow a minute and a half performance) and it was over. Now it’s “don’t call us, we’ll call you.” If we hear back from them, we move on to a live performance. It not, well then that’s it.
It was fun, though. I could have done without the people smoking pot outside the entrance (hello? major resort and convention center!) or the cross dressers (we only saw them briefly and I think the kids didn’t notice. I wish I hadn’t), but other than that it was a good experience.
My favorite part was Boo’s answer to the question on his application – Why do you think you are America’s next great talent? “I’m a good dancer and a great guy with a winning smile.” Gotta love the boy!
My least favorite part- paying $19 for parking.