True Confessions From a Chick Who Tried Out For ‘The Voice’

Posted by on Jun 4, 2013

The Voice

I joined the long line of hopefuls 30 minutes before my scheduled 2 p.m. slot. In front of me stood a Latina wearing sparkly grey Armani jeans, who looked more model than singer. To my back was a simple chick in black shorts and a green shirt who perked my ears with a soulful version of Jazmine Sullivan’s “Lions, Tigers and Bears” under her breath. When I checked in the venue, one of the staff members eyed my name and shot me a glance. “Your name’s Adelle? Don’t tell me you’re gonna sing…” I cut him off, “Nah, too predictable.”

We were all placed into random rows of 10. I was wedged between two basketball fans: one, an older fella who hailed from Boston (naturally rooting for the Celtics), and a New York-bred Puerto Rican with an R&B twang to his voice that shared my love for the Knicks. Within 20 minutes, we were ushered up the stairs to a small room that would ultimately hold the fate of our Sundays…or if lucky enough, our lives. The four walls weren’t soundproof, unable to block the fact that people were hosting church at the Izod. Though we could hear several ladies belting it out, not one from the group before us carried the red slip. We were a positive-thinking bunch, wishing each other good luck and hoping the next 30 seconds would get us a round two.

My name was pulled out of the pile first. “Hi Adelle, what are you gonna sing for us today?,” asked the sunshine-stale producer (she noted several times that they had to keep the auditions moving given the thousands they had to see, not counting those from yesterday’s casting). After bouncing back and forth between Beyoncé’s “Halo” and The Fugees’ “Killing Me Softly,” I opted for the former (go big or go home, right?). She said, “Whenever you’re ready…”

Stand by for part two tomorrow, June 5.

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