Doug Millington-Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
magicaddict) wrote2005-12-02 12:49 am
magicaddict) wrote2005-12-02 12:49 am
I'd Say It Was Fun While It Lasted...
...but for the last three hours of its existence, my active participation in the S-Factor was anything but.
Fifth out of six. Second last. 20% in relative terms. One up from the gutter. Fell down the sewer and found the mars bar had already been taken.
The judges official scorecard for my performance of Everything I Do (marks out of 10):
Voice (Technical merit and volume): 7 7 8
Performance (Audience Clapometer): 7 8 8
Style (Artistic Impression): 9 9 9
Total: 72
On the basis of this, I thought it would be touch and go for a place in the final.
When Welsh Dave, up next, scored eighty-one with Let Me Entertain You, I realised instead that this was going to be a long, long night.
The scores kept coming - seventy-seven, seventy-three, seventy-nine - and more annoying than anything else, I can't being myself to disagree with them. Not only did they all sound considerably better than I did, they each had their own small army of fans with them, banners, signs, roars of approval, merchandise and all, and there was me - with Elizabeth and Caroline doing their level best to sound like a crowd. The only one I beat was a guy who entered last week for a laugh and didn't bother even trying this time. All those who actually made an effort scored higher than I did. Everyone telling me they loved the performance just made it worse - I was good, was I? According to fucking whom?
Every time I start to believe the hype, it all goes horribly wrong. Every time I enter competition like this, I am reminded just how far I still have left to go before I can entertain the possibility of going to a professional audition and not getting laughed out of the door.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a start on this large whiskey I've poured myself.
Fifth out of six. Second last. 20% in relative terms. One up from the gutter. Fell down the sewer and found the mars bar had already been taken.
The judges official scorecard for my performance of Everything I Do (marks out of 10):
Voice (Technical merit and volume): 7 7 8
Performance (Audience Clapometer): 7 8 8
Style (Artistic Impression): 9 9 9
Total: 72
On the basis of this, I thought it would be touch and go for a place in the final.
When Welsh Dave, up next, scored eighty-one with Let Me Entertain You, I realised instead that this was going to be a long, long night.
The scores kept coming - seventy-seven, seventy-three, seventy-nine - and more annoying than anything else, I can't being myself to disagree with them. Not only did they all sound considerably better than I did, they each had their own small army of fans with them, banners, signs, roars of approval, merchandise and all, and there was me - with Elizabeth and Caroline doing their level best to sound like a crowd. The only one I beat was a guy who entered last week for a laugh and didn't bother even trying this time. All those who actually made an effort scored higher than I did. Everyone telling me they loved the performance just made it worse - I was good, was I? According to fucking whom?
Every time I start to believe the hype, it all goes horribly wrong. Every time I enter competition like this, I am reminded just how far I still have left to go before I can entertain the possibility of going to a professional audition and not getting laughed out of the door.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a start on this large whiskey I've poured myself.
Ego boost
Just because a bunch of judges in a provincial little place don't know that isn't your fault.
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Could also have been a let-down after "then I immolated the stage". Higher expectations perhaps? You also weren't nearly as psyched up this time as you were for Fire. You were still in the room with us, talking and stuff...
When you're on form you kick ass, and I agree that you were robbed at least of 3rd position, but there were a couple of outstanding performanes last night. The fact that the table next to hours was roaring for you when they were announcing the winners shouldn't be taken so harshly - it doesn't mean they were wrong, it means the judges were wrong. (might just be personal opinion, but still.)
Feel free to tell me to sod off if I've stepped over any lines here.
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I have no personal issue with him - far from it in fact, I think he has the best male voice in the university. I don't think he particularly dislikes me either.
I hate and loathe the BUSMS committee with a passion, but he isn't on that.