Image: A male winner
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There she was, lithe and supple gracefully
She walked past ignoring all the quiet whispers
Not really aware and not really bothered of the
impending outcome. She held her own, an iconic
being bent on doing her own thing. She felt edgy
but that was only natural. She had gone through this
far and there was no turning back. Her mother’s words
rang true. Go for it baby! Remember the tigress had
woken from her lair, she reminded her. She walked
slowly gingerly taking soft steps aware of the threats
all around her. It had been a few seasons where the
weaker sex was blithely proven to be weak. Mindful
of the burden of choice she was carrying she proceeded.
There had not been a lady winner these
last few seasons and she stood to stake her claim.
This was to be a psyche game. Who was there to say
of how she was going to fare. One must have a golden voice.
That was all she knew.
She walked on to the stage, the lights were blinding. The
crowd roared and there were lots of clapping. She was
faintly aware of the judges.
She was ready with her number. She had nothing to lose
That was how it felt, she thought.
The few seconds before they took to the mike
at the America Idol!