There I was, standing on the corner watching all the idols go by. Thousands of them going to Energy Solutions Arena to audition to be the next local phenom like David Archuletta. I saw three young ladies dressed in the brightest orange jump suits I had ever seen. A guy was dressed in all white...white shoes, suit, shirt and tie. He was carrying a keyboard as he crossed the street. Another young man sported a black hat (on backwards),white t-shirt, bright pink Hawaiian scarf, jeans, flip flops and a Louis Vitton bag. But when I saw the lady wearing the red sequined dress, with the high heels, I knew this was a special occasion.
In addition to the thousands going to audition, with traffic jams at the corner at 5am, Trax trains full of business people made for a clash of cultures. They would cross the street against the tide of Idolmaniacs and with a look of wonder. Brooks Brothers meets Nautica. It was like a Utah Jazz playoff game had morphed into a Hannah Montana concert.
I loved the front row seat. I had no stress because I wasn't auditioning. But you could see the stress in the eyes of the young men and women coming and going from their 10 second shot at fame.
If only I was 28 or younger....I could have been a contender. With or without sequins!