You are a true champion if you read all this. My face is tired.

Steve Balsamo singing Gethsemane from Jesus Christ Superstar

Hey you. Let’s talk business.

People ask me; Why do you watch those cheesy musical shows? With annoying women and feminine guys and props and bad music and horrible dance moves. Why do you listen to musical music? What is UP with all the youtube videos and the lyrics you google? Why do you like Glee? And why, oh, why do you know the lyrics of every friggin thing?

(No one has never asked me all those questions at once, that would be exceptionally scary, but people have come close when they realize all the crap I join on the internet. I should not be googled.)

The thing is, that is intrigues me. I am fascinated by the talent you have to have to be a proper musicalstar. Acting, singing and dancing all on one big plate, with people watching you and backstabbing behind the scenes. Actors are dramatic, singers are vain and dancers are impressive, but a musical star, a REAL one, is all that in one little package. Plus some star quality. Showbiz is tough but promising and really interesting. And musical showbiz is amazing.

I have always wanted to become a musical star. I’m actually not even kidding. Ever since I was little. Sure, I declared myself a future teacher sometimes, but I’ve always had musicals in the back of my mind.

Everyone who knows me is laughing now, because, well, I have none of those qualities you need. I’ve always got a song on my mind, and I have no problems with singing it out loud i public or in the shower for that matter. But I am tone-deaf. Horrible voice, can’t reach the notes and... let’s just say that I can’t sing. I crack up whenever I even TRY to act and I once again proved my lacking dance moves at Zumba last week. I can lie like Bush, but that is not acting. The chicken dance is the best dance move you can get out of me. Being a musical star was always a dream, but a totally non-realistic one. I wish though. And it is that dusty and old desire that makes me keeping track of the musical world.

I’m not following it’s every move, but I am updated. And I enjoy it.

So. That case is out of the world.

The reason why I am bringing this up is because I have a new addiction. Prison Break has been in the freezer for the last 3 weeks, my super-addictive book has been laying around gathering dust and the quilt I decided to crochet a few weeks ago is still the size of a small cookie. What is the new addiction you ask? It’s Zorro. And not even the book or the movie, no, the Dutch tv audition that has been going on for the last 4 weeks. There was an open audition a year ago, and now, similar to American Idol, Popstars, X-Factor, So You Think You Can Dance, are there live shows leading up to the final in three weeks. There are only 5 potential Zorro’s left. The show is super tacky, with songs used on Glee, the worst presenter in the history of bad presenters (The guy reads his jokes from the autocue and gets all lost when someone surprises him....) and a super annoying musical-fossil who is supposed to be THE MAN when it comes to Dutch musical but who is, and I say this with contempt, getting older. Ahem. I’m talking senile. He should go home and not be on a show.

I should be ashamed to even like it, but I truly enjoy it. All kinds of cute men (some ugly too...) singing, dancing and bitching about it? I like to make fun of them and to hate them when they send out my favourite and then look up the performances on Youtube to comment them. It’s an addiction, an unhealthy one but it is one that is over in 3 weeks. Then I can go back to watching tv shows and reading.

(PS: For you people who actually ARE Dutch and can watch the show, my favourite is Ruud because of this and this and this. And maybe even because of this. Feel free to tell me who yours is.)