So, I heard that some show called American Idol crowned its seventh winner last night, a 25-year-old former bartender from Blue Springs, Missouri. Everyone in this picture looks pretty happy about it, but I am MAD.Why does David Cook winning it all affect me in such a negative way? Am I desperately (and illegally) in love with runner-up David Archuleta? No, although I do think he is extremely talented, and I'm sure Idol execs are gleefully rubbing their hands together as cartoon cash registers wildly go off in their heads at the prospect of finally finding two finalists whose careers will bring in the big bucks.
Did I want one of the other ousted contestants to take the title instead? No, actually, David Cook has been my pick to win for quite some time now. How long, you ask? I called it after his very first audition. Normally I love saying "I told you so," so why doesn't this victory bring me any joy?
I DIDN'T BET ON IT!
Can you imagine the odds I would have gotten to correctly pick the winner after only one round of auditions? The most memorable contestants at this stage are usually just the awful/funny ones, and even of the good ones, it's impossible to tell who is truly talented and who is just a one-trick-pony auditioning with the one and only song that he or she can sing well. I mean, hell, even Randy and Simon weren't that wild about David's first performance.
I should be a millionaire right now.
David Cook, since I'm sure you're reading this...I think you should reward me for believing in you from the very beginning. I take cash or checks. Or, you know, marry me. I'm cool either way.
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