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Williams County Idol

Next month there will be a singing contest. It is a ten minute drive from my house and it is open to anyone 18 and older. I know singing has nothing to do with writing, but since it IS a form of expression, I thought I'd mention it here. Part of me thinks this is fate; the contest begins right after I start working full time *meaning I will be done with work the same time everyday*, and there is an hour between getting off work and the contest. It is composed of several rounds just like American Idol, but it is always the same day and time so I wouldn't have to get out of work to do it. I've been told countless times that I should try out for American Idol, but I don't think I could go all the way across the country for it. If I were alone, maybe, but I have my daughter to think about. This is my chance to find out if I at least have a chance of being good enough. Sure, it's not a national event, but it doesn't matter to me. If anything, being local I may even form a fan base which I might not be able to do on the national circut. It's almost like instead of having to chase the dream, the dream came to me.1

The only problem is that I haven't sung in a public venue in a couple of years. I still sing around the house, but that is not even close to the same thing. This all seems just too good to be true; something will happen that will ruin it for me. I want to try so badly, but is it really worth the rather likely dissapointment? Once again, I will have a six month old that I will have to take with me; how will that work out? Should I even bother? Or is it just fear that makes me want to run from this golden opportunity? Any input would be nice but is not a must.

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