When you watch early auditions on talent shows like American Idol, you have to wonder what some people were thinking when they decide to try out. How could they possibly believe that the screechy voice or the bellowing screams they emit qualify them as singers? Who told them they sound good? Nasty friends? Kind parents? Wishful thinking?
But once the nincompoops are weeded out, oh my, what a field of talent.
Of course success will involve so much more than simply a good voice. Will they have the stamina to keep up with the demands of stardom? Will they have the right professional guidance to help them, choose the right songs, the right auditions, the right looks and quotes and publicity?
Will they avoid the temptations that take so many fine artists down the road to destruction?
Will they manage to keep close, those who love them and treat people fairly? Do they really know what they are getting into when they decide to accept celebrity? Is it worth it?
We cheer them on and wish them well and watch them evolve right before our eyes.
Destined for stardom, tragedy . . . or both.