Idolatry
TUTTLE MODE
Gentle reader,
Crowds surge. Cameras flash. We rush to seats. So many mill about. See friends. Wave. Wait. Waiting. Clear the aisles! Quiet! Five. Four. Three. Two. Ryan Seacrest.
“This is.”
“American Idol.”
Audience roars!
I thought I was about to disappoint you once again by writing about live performances rather than the television shows that, together, we have come to love but I then happily realized that I’m not! Even though I may have been watching the live performance from an excellent seat at Nokia Theater/L.A. Live, you were watching it at the same time on the nation’s most beloved reality competition. Yes, it’s the American Idol finale!
Gaga ran into the Chinese beaded curtain on the way in and kept it.
Okay, I know, Chip McKinney, gay polo leader. You are going to say, “I was there, too! And I was actually sitting two rows in front of you, which technically makes my seat better.” But, for the sake of argument, let’s say the rest of you were watching the show from the comfort of your living room or kitchen or dungeon or whatever you’re into. And thanks for your (imagined) two cents, Chip.
