In 2013 I took many chances, the best was the one of a lifetime. Not everyone was behind me on this decision at this time in my life, I was fighting a horrible cold and had just started a new job, and so my voice was pretty hoarse. However, being my go-getter attitude I thought if I don’t take this chance I would be doing the ACHA and myself a disservice. I practiced, rehearsed, changed my song two weeks before, and figured out the 90 seconds allotted, and with help picked out my outfit the night before.
At 6:00am on November 17th my alarm went off, though I was already awake. I felt like a five year old getting ready for her birthday party on the day of her birthday and putting on the paper crown. Feeling like a princess knowing something incredible is about to happen and it will be like no other day before or after. I crept downstairs made my tea concoction and began to get ready. Everything was packed and organized a new mug of tea in hand and I was in the car. Singing my heart out as if my life depended on it. I got winked at on the road as I sat in some Sunday morning traffic, weaving and changing lanes with confidence. As I got closer my nerves began to kick in again.
At exactly 9:30 am I walked over to the entrance and got my sticker. I stood online outside in the cold for two hours. It started to rain on us. Yet, I didn’t care. I was standing outside the entrance to America’s Got Talent Auditions. I held my breath for hours, getting moved from room to room. My excitement came and went as I heard and observed other acts. I had to remind myself why I was there because I thought I would leave. I was finally in an area where I could start to fix hair, makeup, and eventually another space where I could walk away and tune up and practice.
Five hours after arriving I got to the end of the waiting rooms. I was now the only person in the waiting room. I walked in to a small room, placed my bags and coat in the corner and took my X on the floor. I acted like I audition for America’s Got Talent every day. I could not believe how comfortable I felt. I had my ACHA pin attached to my dress, which had a plunging neck and back line. I mentioned my health before my 90 seconds began. I told the judge that I had been evaluated for a heart transplant two years ago. I answered the usual what are you singing today questions. Opened my mouth and gave it all I had. I had an outer body experience. I could see myself singing and hear myself they way others could hear me; it was unreal, just fantastic.
When finished, I collected my things, thanked the judge and left to a packed waiting room applauding me. I got chocked up and thanked them all with a little curtsey. I was also surprised because I had only been inside for a total of 2 minutes tops. How did all these people get there so fast? I then asked, “Where do I go now”? Unaware of where the exit was. A young man waiting to audition answered, “To stardom”! Way to choke a girl up again! It was then I knew I had prepared and done everything right and to the absolute best of my ability. I went for me and to represent all of us as a community. In that moment I knew I had delivered it no matter what happened or happens from then on out. I now wait to see if I get an email in early spring regarding a call back. I am scared so much about how badly I want this. I am however thrilled with how my big chance of 90 seconds went. All that mental and vocal preparation was over in 90 seconds time. I faced the pressure, handled it and treated it graciously and with care so I would not forget a second of a moment. Therefore, if I do not get a callback I will be fine, no one can take my pride and achievement away from me. No matter what happens friends I can say I auditioned for America’s Got Talent an hour away from my house in NYC. J