It isn’t often that I get completed obsessed with a particular tv show (unless, of course, it stars Benedict Cumberbatch) but I am ridiculously invested in the current ITV talent show ‘Superstar’.
In my defence, I have been pretty much confined to my bed or sofa for the last week recovering from my op and since it has been on every night, its been something to keep me occupied. I generally loathe tv talent shows. I freely give out death stares when people ask if I’m watching whatever Simon Cowell-concocted drivel is on the box. Even more annoying is people telling me that I should audition for one of these shows after they’ve heard me sing. I wasn’t always so cynical though. I loved Popstars back in the day, although I was only 11 or so and Noel who ended up in the winning band Hear’Say (remember them?) was my first ever crush. I recently got overly excited when I recogised him performing at the Olivier Awards. I also got really into the first Pop Idol, by then my love had grown for the ever-mocked Darius. He was my fave but my appreciation for his good looks was nothing compared to my best friend’s stalkerish obsession with Gareth Gates. There were pictures of him in frames everywhere in her house and even a weird collage/shrine in her closet. We were both v upset when Will Young, who neither of us fancied, ended up winning.
Then the X Factor came along and I gave it a chance. The only good thing about it was the group that came second in the first series – G4. To this day I still love listening to their 3 albums and wear my tour t-shirt proudly as a nightie. Theirs was the first concert I ever went to. I’m so hardcore. (The second was Nickelback…) After they were robbed of first place (does anyone even know what happened to Steve Brookstein?) I turned my back on the genre.
My love for musical theatre compelled me to take an interest in the BBC shows that then sprung up casting Maria, Nancy, Joseph and Dorothy. Back in the day, I wanted to be in musical theatre. I blame this entirely on the fact that in P7 I played the Narrator in Joseph and won an award. Despite giving in to the more sensible and realistic ambition when I was about fifteen of wanting to be an English teacher, I still harboured a secret love for musicals. Even after a real charming singing teacher told me, at age thirteen, that my boobs were too big for it and I ‘didn’t have the face for musical theatre’. She left soon after that to take a job on a cruise ship, never to be seen again. *maniacal laugh* In my first year at uni I joined the music society and quickly got involved in musical theatre, singing my favourite songs and getting to be Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady and Ariel from The Little Mermaid. When I got ill in second year, I just about managed a show as Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray and a brief appearance as Elpheba in Wicked before bidding adieu to my musical dreams.
This past week, I have become a little too obsessed with Superstar. I’m not even a big fan of the musical Jesus Christ Superstar, even though it is an Andrew Lloyd Webber work and there is no one better. My tendency to root for the underdog has meant that my favourite, Tim, was kicked ot early on. My allegiance then shifted to Niall, who had a great Irish accent and looks exactly like a younger version of my dissertation supervisor. After he left I supported Jeff from my home town who apparently went to my school and would have been in the choir at the same time yet I hav no memory of him at all. When Jeff got the boot, I went for David who made it to the semi-finals. Now, with only a few hours to go until the final, I have run out of people I like. My mum is a big fan of Roger for reasons I suspect have nothing to do with his singing. Rory is a great rock singer and has the exact same eyes as Andrew Scott who plays Moriarty in Sherlock (brilliantly too, I might add). The only one I don’t like is Ben, I just don’t get what the big deal is. But, given my record, that probably means he’ll win the thing.