Post by Simon Cowell on Dec 11, 2007 19:40:17 GMT -5
(For this first round, you are to perform the song you chose from the list. The order is random, so just post your performance whenever you like. Remember, you will be judged on:
1. Roleplay
2. Quiz Score
3. Song Choice
We expect your roleplays to be longer, grammatically correct and better than your auditions. Your song will not be counted in the length and your content must be good.
I will send the contestants the quizes later. Auditions are still open, I'm just starting this for the Hollywood makers. You will not know if you make it until later. Good luck!)
Finally, they were at this moment of time, the moment where everything was serious. No bad singers, no weirdos, no William Hungs, nothing. Just plain talent. The question was where was the true talent and where was the not so true talent. This moment of the competition was the most nerve wracking for many of the contestants. Could they survive the pressure or would they be sent packing?
Everyone was piling into the seats of the theater, watching the first groups perform as Simon took a seat at the judging table, which was perched on a high platform, facing the stage. Two seats stood empty beside him, belonging to his companions, Randy and Paula, who still decided not the show up. Oh well. The show still must go on.
The lights on the stage were beginning to be lit by the crew and he could hear the pianoist and background singers warming up. There was talking behind the curtains that was rather noisy, yet common for an occasion like this. Simon leaned back in his chair, yet his mind and ears were alert and hand-in-hand. The lights on the stage grew bright, the other lights dimmed and it was finally show time.
1. Roleplay
2. Quiz Score
3. Song Choice
We expect your roleplays to be longer, grammatically correct and better than your auditions. Your song will not be counted in the length and your content must be good.
I will send the contestants the quizes later. Auditions are still open, I'm just starting this for the Hollywood makers. You will not know if you make it until later. Good luck!)
Finally, they were at this moment of time, the moment where everything was serious. No bad singers, no weirdos, no William Hungs, nothing. Just plain talent. The question was where was the true talent and where was the not so true talent. This moment of the competition was the most nerve wracking for many of the contestants. Could they survive the pressure or would they be sent packing?
Everyone was piling into the seats of the theater, watching the first groups perform as Simon took a seat at the judging table, which was perched on a high platform, facing the stage. Two seats stood empty beside him, belonging to his companions, Randy and Paula, who still decided not the show up. Oh well. The show still must go on.
The lights on the stage were beginning to be lit by the crew and he could hear the pianoist and background singers warming up. There was talking behind the curtains that was rather noisy, yet common for an occasion like this. Simon leaned back in his chair, yet his mind and ears were alert and hand-in-hand. The lights on the stage grew bright, the other lights dimmed and it was finally show time.
