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You didn’t have to be very good to get put through to Hollywood from the American Idol Seattle auditions, because the talent was a little thin. There must be something wrong with the weather there, or something, because people just don’t know how to take “no” for an answer. (Except for Darwin from Texas, of course. Both she and her mom took “no” pretty well, although the parade of excuses for her performance never seemed to stop.)

Thank goodness for cocky Tommy Daniels, the guy with the Afro who melted Paula’s soft heart. I thought he was good, too (although my heart is still intact). I wished that Melissa (who goes by Carlene) were better, because I loved her before she started singing. But at least she knew she had messed up and took it well. I’d love to have seen her go through, just to see more of her.

The absolute highlight of Seattle was the charming sister and brother whose father is a classical Indian musician. They both sang well, and I think their stage presence was better than the judges gave them credit for. I’m looking forward to seeing them during Hollywood Week, along with the lovely (but yes, sugary) Jordin Sparks, the sixteen-year-old daughter of a former NFL player.

For most of the rest, though, you have to wonder (a) if anyone who knows these contestants cares about them enough to tell them how awful they are, and (2) if they’ve ever actually heard themselves. I know how poor a singer I am, and I don’t sing in front of the mirror, much less Simon, Paula and Randy. It’s incredible how far some are willing to go to be humiliated on national television. Show business must really be in their blood.

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