I’d
be lying if I told you that our little trip to Charleston was more vacation
than business. This particular business has always been on my bucket list since
I knew what a bucket list was. We prepared for this trip for two months before
it was finally time to make the magic happen. Saturday was a day of rest, and we
rose early on Sunday morning, around 4:15 AM, arrived at our destination at
5:15 AM, and stood in line for a few hours before getting our wristbands. After
a day of rest, we rose early again on Tuesday, lining up around 6:30 AM, eager
to get the day started. We didn’t have to wait too terribly long to get inside
the coliseum, and then came another small wait once we took our seat.
When
they motioned me forward, I thought I was going to throw up. My stomach was in
knots and my knees were knocking. As soon as I stepped into the tent, my nerves
went out the window, and the Lord granted me peace, just as He always does.
After a few minutes of chatting with the producer judge, she asked me to do
what I was there for. A couple minutes after that, she clapped her hands,
smiled, and handed me a yellow slip of paper. Once I filled out more paperwork,
I was instructed to return the next day, Wednesday, for the second round.
We
celebrated the rest of the afternoon, and returned bright and early the
following morning. After waiting for a total of seven hours, I was finally
given the opportunity to perform for two more producer judges. Unfortunately, the
second and final round turned out to be less successful. After talking amongst
themselves for several seconds, the male producer disregarded his fellow female
judge’s response and simply said “Yeah, well I’m afraid it’s going to be a no,”
and motioned for me to exit. My jaw hit the floor, and all I could say was
“...really?” No words were spoken in response to my question, and he, again,
motioned for me to exit the tent.
I
picked up my purse, walked out of the tent, approached the man with the scissors
so he could remove my wristband and sticker, said goodbye to all the new
friends I had made during our hours of waiting, and walked out of the coliseum
with my head held high and a smile on my face. It wasn’t until I picked up the
phone to call Teesh that my eyes filled with tears and my voice started
shaking. Daddy, Shannon, and Katie pulled up to get me a few minutes later, and
they did a pretty awesome job of cheering up this recently rejected gal.
While
I may not have made it to the judge’s panel in Hollywood, I’ve got some
fantastic memories from that weekend when I auditioned to be on the X Factor.
My favorite memory from those five exhausting, yet exciting, days was being
told by the first judge that I had “one of the most beautiful voices [she] had
ever heard,” emerging from the tent with that yellow slip in my hand, and
looking up to see Teesh, Melanie, Katie, Daddy, and Shannon all jump up, pump
their fists in the air, and cheer for me. That, in itself, was reason enough
for me to look back on this weekend and be filled with tons of joy. Not to
mention how Danny, P. Sawyer, Caitlin, Troy, and Angie also came down to
support me in this seemingly foolish childhood dream. I know I say this all the
time, but I really do have the best people ever created walking through life
with me.
Part
of me is disappointed that I didn’t make it to Hollywood, but the rest of me is
so thankful to the Lord for sparing me from any potential disappointment in the
future and for reminding me that now I get to move on to our next adventure. I
learned so much through this experience, which was probably the whole point of
it anyway: that things are never quite what they seem, that people will do, say,
and dress any way to get the attention of others, that my posse is the best
posse on the planet, that talent doesn’t go away simply because someone tells
you that you aren’t up to their standards, and that straying from who you are
simply to impress someone will only hurt you in the long run.
I
am certain that fame and fortune wouldn’t compromise who I am in Christ; heck,
I would have just given it all away anyway. More than anything else, my God has always been my Protector,
and I trust that this was all just part of His plan to do it once again. Just
because they weren’t too impressed with my voice doesn’t mean that I’ll stop
singing; I can assure you that will never happen. What a blessing it is to have
a gift from the Lord that I get to keep offering up to Him again and again!
I’ll keep trusting and following Him, wherever and however He leads, confident
that He will never leave nor forsake me. I eagerly await the next adventure He
takes me on, for He is the victor, and His is the glory. I may not understand
why my success in this venture wasn’t part of His plan, but that’s alright with
me, because I believe with my whole heart that when He closes one door, He
always opens another, one with more blessings than I can even begin to imagine.
Here’s
to the next big thing He’s preparing for me!
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