This past Saturday I auditioned for an American Idol-esque television show called “Gimme the Mike” for NBC 5. It’s a local television show where Chicago singers compete to be the “Gimme the Mike” champion.
The rules and regulations said that 240 people would audition on Saturday and Sunday. Not wanting to be left out in the rain (literally!), I arrived at NBC Towers at 8:45 am and auditions were set to begin at 10 am. I was actually running late since I wanted to get there by 8 am. Expecting to be toward the end of the 240 people or not able to audition at all, much to my surprise, I was the 55th person. Throughout the day I was known as 55. Nobody had a name, only a number.
While in line I made friends with the woman in front of me. The time passed quickly and she quelled my nerves through conversation. I signed my life away on the 11-page double-sided contract. I attached my snapshot and waited to hear “Number 55″ in order to enter the audition room.
An employee of NBC escorted me into the green room, which was much smaller than I imagined. I stood on the “X,” held up the piece of paper with 55 on it, looked into the camera and said “My name is Felicia Folinazzo and I’m singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” And so I began singing into the microphone in front of three of the show’s producers, Jeanne Sparrow (NBC 5 traffic broadcaster; former DJ for 107.5 WGCI), the NBC employee who escorted me into the room, and the camera guy. I’m sure I sounded good, although I became nervous near the end of the song and my voice began to shake. But I think I did a good job in covering it up. Jeanne Sparrow and the NBC escort seemed interested and into my performance. The two male producers sat expressionless and I couldn’t tell if they thought I was good or sounded like a cat in a blender. The female producer had a slight smile at some points, but otherwise sat without an expression too.
After I finished the song where I asked why I couldn’t fly over the rainbow like the happy little bluebirds, I said thank you and was escorted out of the green room and onto the elevator. While walking out of the room, the escort grabbed my arm and exclaimed, “That was so good!” Another NBC employee to whom I was speaking just prior to my audition came running down the hallway toward me “I could hear you singing out here and you sounded so good!” The escort asked, “Didn’t she?”
I feel I sounded great, I looked adorable (if I may say so, myself), and I’m proud of myself for just going to the audition. I hope I get a call back. If not, then, I’ll have to keep on keepin’ on.