After surviving week after week, Syesha Mercado has finally been escorted from the American Idol stage for the last time. When Ryan stopped hamming it up and finally announced who was staying, I realized I was actually rooting for her over Scooter. I would've like to have seen a female-male final, but I could not have survived a Snoresha v. Yak Tongue. Relief flooded me when the official word was David Cook would stay to do battle with the yak tongue.
A few observations from last nights mush fest....
Did Fantasia sing any of her song? Because all I saw was a lot of clapping, stomping, and shaking what her momma gave her. Most hilarious moment of the night: when the camera landed on Simon's face during the fuchsia-coiffed Fantasia's "performance", catching him with his mouth hanging open and sporting a look of stunned confusion. I Tivoed back to see it three times.
During the sappy, heartstrings portion of the show, a crying Archuleta just about got me. When his little squinty eyes welled up with tears over all the home town support I almost remembered why I liked this kid in the beginning. Almost.
Of course, I'm a sucker for seeing people's dreams come true. Every time Oprah gives somebody a makeover, a house, or her favorite things, I cry like a baby. So when Syesha went home to crowds of shouting fans and her drug addicted, alcoholic (but, recovering) father, I shed a small tear. And I really lost it when David Cook gave flowers to his ancient music teacher. I've decided I love him.
Watching those hometown crowds with hoards of screaming and crying fans reminded me that people all over are freaks.
Last night the judges looked bored and/or miserable and like they all hated Ryan (which is totally understandable). Perhaps this season is grating on their nerves as much as mine.
Oh, well. It's almost over. God Bless these kids. I hope this isn't their careers peaking.