are you watching?
are you loving it?
is there a soul out there who is not rooting for jacee badeaux?!
he's my guy.
15 years old and overflowing with talent.
so sweet. such a tender voice.
probably everyone's friend at school.
just look at his face! i can't get enough!
i caught up on this week's idol last night. being hollywood week n' all... and those treacherous group auditions.... and those bullies who kicked jacee out of their group in the middle of the night!?
oh, oh, OH.
all of my pent up maternal instincts kicked in right then....
i wanted to put that tool {the one who consciously accessorized with those empty white eye frames} in his place and remind him how cruel karma can be. but mostly, i wanted to give that sweet lug of a kid a hug.
a great big hug.
from beginning to end, the jacee group auditions situation made me melt.
here's why:
his parents waited in the wings all through the night.
his humility to go running back to them in the thick of it.
he probably approached hollywood week with the hopes of gaining fame for the quality of his voice and not the novelty of being the 15 year old kid among men... and show america he's fit for competition...
but everyone needs their mom and their dad.
can you feel the vicarious anxiety? i can. the helpless feeling of knowing that you are completely dependent on other people for your ultimate success... and the sucker-punch pain of a bruised ego in the middle of a steep competition. jerks! all of 'em... even the awful country robot who's only been programmed to sing one song. and then the midnight scurry to find a new group.... hoping, crossing your fingers, praying, and probably doing a little bit of the potty dance that it will work out in your favor. i can feel it all.
the on-the-fly lyrics he made up while performing on stage... to a song he'd never heard before.
... when everyone else made a fool of themselves making up lyrics he worked it out like a champ.
and when the judges asked why, he didn't excuse himself.
... but everyone rallied behind him and came to his rescue and hooped and hollared at his success. take that kid-in-the-ugly-white-glasses.
and then HE CRIED!
happy tears of humility + gratitude.
and then i cried.... and called my mom so we could revel in the moment together.
if you think i'm crazy, watch this.... it's just so sweet.
jacee's my guy. all the way.
and if he doesn't make it.... i want to keep him in my purse and sing to me all through the day. sweet, sweet guy.
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