It echoed in my head for a moment. That’s me. That’s my number.
Mine was the last number to be called, along with two others in our batch of, I think, 15. Then the lady said, “And the rest can go. Thank you.”
Seriously?! I still cannot believe it. The lady wasn’t even paying attention at first while I was singing a part of Eric Benet’s The Last Time, as she was talking to someone else. But after a few lines, I think I got her because she did an Adam Levine moment where she closes her eyes while listening to me. So, I guess it’s true. This is really happening.
After that, I tweeted:
Apparently, only one among those who replied knew what I was talking about haha! Yes, I didn’t post/tweet about me auditioning for The Voice of the Philippines. Para may surprise effect pa rin kahit ‘pano. And what a surprise it was, I made the first two rounds! After singing my heart out in one of the alleys somewhere in the ABS-CBN building (they ran out of booths to accommodate the number of auditionees), after waiting in line for 7 hours, here it is. We were given a new number (The Voice sticker YAY!), a waiver to fill out and sign, along with our top 10 songs (5 OPMs and 5 foreign), and 5 highlights of our lives. A staff then escorted us to Studio 5, instructed us how to introduce ourselves before singing, and to sing only the chorus or what we think the highlight of our song is.
When we got to the studio, my heart was pounding like crazy! Should I do the same song? Should I change it? What do I sing then? One by one, the people are singing; in front of the staff with cameras all over, I think the director was there (I am not sure, though), with all the lights, the pressure. Breathe Paul, breathe. Malapit ka na. I then approached the marker where we were supposed to stand.
“Hi, I am Paul Ignatius Valdehueza, 30 years old from Quezon City. And I’m gonna be singing Hanggang by Wency Cornejo.”
“Ok, go ahead Paul”, said the staff.
Then I sang my heart out, with a mic this time, not thinking how I would look like in camera, not minding the people inside the studio. Kanta lang. After about a minute, the staff cut me off and said thanks. That’s it, saying they will just call us for the next round/s if we make it.
But they did not. And that’s okay. I mean, trying it out was THE best experience I have had this year. Taking chance, making risk, and just going with the flow. It was all worth it. It was a proof that I can at least make it, and that I just need to push harder the next time. It’s that one fleeting moment I will not ever forget.
So will I get another golden ticket next year? Hmm, we shall see.🙂
And oh, to that lady who did an Adam Levine and called my number after the initial screening — THANK YOU!!!