Fourth round and eliminated.
James Durbin should have won American Idol. He was a clear favorite from the beginning, "giving metal a chance" on the show. But last week, on Thursday night, James was eliminated, not only to his shock, but the shock of millions of his fans around the world.
I sat in stunned disbelief when his name was called as the singer on the bottom, the one going home. Seventy-two million votes, and he hadn't received enough to keep him alive. We watched as his career came crashing down around his ears.
His rendition of Love Potion and Don't Stop Believin' hadn't been enough to keep him in the competition.
Not good enough. Out. Better luck next time.
When I lamented his exit on the show in a Facebook post, a friend commented that his career was on track now.
Another friend commented not to worry, that the cream always rises to the top.
No, no it doesn't.
The truth is that the cream sometimes sinks to the bottom. In music, and more importantly, to those of us who write, sometimes the best or the deserving don't always win. Or publish.
The facts are there are many, many talented writers out there who aren't "rising to the top." I can think, just offhand, of at least a dozen writers who should be on bookshelves as we speak, but for whatever reason have not sold yet. It isn't for a lack of talent, or drive. I read a post from an unpublished author who recently said she'd trade her seventeen contest wins for one publisher who believes in her. She, like so many of the talented, yet unpublished, haven't gotten their break or found the right publisher . . . yet.
I saw James Durbin on the Today show this morning, and he had regained his faith and his spirit. The singer I so admired on American Idol was back, and excited about his music career. It reaffirmed what I already know...that like James, so my writing friends' talent is undeniable, and although they have may have been knocked down...they're not out.