One Year of X Factor: Part 2 – The First Test!!

Yep, I’m gonna do it…
No! This is stupid, I’m going home…
Yep, I’ve committed…
No! I’m just going to to embarrass myself…
Yep! Nope! Yep! Nope!

Aaaand… I’ve just walked through the door.

It’s early December, 4 days earlier I hadn’t even thought about singing and now I’ve walked through the doors of Flemington Racecourse for an X Factor Try Out. NERVES!!!!

But, I’ve decided I’m doing it, so I’ve come prepared.  I’ve got my best shirt on, I have a story to tell & I have a voice that I’m going to force myself to let out (please sound good)… Because I have to STAND OUT!!! I’ve even printed my form on fluoro green paper so I stand out even when they’re not looking at me!

(hours later)

So I’ve been in a waiting room for a few hours surrounded by all types; cute as couples singing gorgeous harmonies, a brunette bombshell singing incredible soul all mixed in with what I’ll call “a few colourful characters”. My number gets called among a bunch of about thirty.. It’s time.

I’m armed with my story & 4 songs; Change Gonna Come – Sam Cooke, Loving You – Paolo Nutini, Riptide – Vance Joy & Valerie – Amy Winehouse (like everyone else, it seems). I stand outside the audition room & can hear everything! The singing, the critique, the parting advice. One by one, each of the 4 hopefuls before me enter the room. “So, what are you going to sing for us today?” … “Let’s hear it” … “You sound good, but keep working & come back next year”. One by one, each leave the room disappointed… And now I’m up. Like a lamb to the slaughter. What in the world am I doing here??

I enter the room, the man I’ve been hearing through the paper thin walls reads my form and asks: “So, what are you going to sing for us today Ryan?” … “Let’s hear it”.

Oh My. Oh My. Oh My…
Here goes nothing…
Sing loud Ryan, let it all out… (deep breath)… 

(thirty minutes later)

I did it!! I did it!! I sang!! It came out!! It came out well!!!! They asked me to sing twice, it came out well twice!! I mean, I’d practised it ok, but somehow when it counted.. It came out better!! I can’t believe it!! That previous 30 minutes was sooo exciting, I was petrified but I sang, I told them all about my story, they seemed to really like me and then.. When I almost thought I was done the man interviewing me asks: “That song you mentioned in your story, written by your Dad, sing it.”

What!?
But… It’s not a cover…
But… I haven’t sung that song since…
You know… I didn’t have to sing it anymore!!

Well, I did walk through those doors, I did commit to this..
Will I get through this emotionally??
Do I even know the words??… (deep breath)…

(thirty minutes later)

(Phone Call: To My Best Mate) “Hey mate, you’ll never guess what I just did!” … “An X Factor Audition!” … “And it went well!”

Continue to Part 3…