Maya: “I want to be on American Idol. Do you think I would win Mama?”
Obviously the correct answer here is: “Of course you would Maya. You could be a star!”
But I’m not in denial. Or hard of hearing.
So here’s what I really wanted to say, “Maya, you can’t sing. Not even a little bit. You could never win American Idol. Sorry that your gene pool is so underwhelming.”
Harsh? Yes. But have you seen those poor kids that have the worst auditions in the world? Do you see the judges laughing at them? I can’t imagine anything harsher than letting Maya make a fool of herself.
But unlike the uncle who said to me (when I was a teen): “It’s a good thing you got the brains because your sister got all the looks,” I am not completely insensitive.
(As an aside: This explains a lot about me, yes? But I assure you I’m not in search of compliments. I just thought others needed to hear what a filter-less Indian uncle can come up with.)
Anyway what I said is, “Sometimes, no matter how hard a person tries, they just can’t practice enough to be good enough for American Idol.”
Maya replied with: “Yes, but what about me?”
I’m hoping that by the time she’s old enough to be on Idol I will get through to her. And if not? I’ll just refuse to let her leave the house during audition season.
Whatever it takes.