I just wanted to write this letter because after tonight, I may never see you again. If America got it right last night, I will. But I'm not banking on it.
You did not deserve to be thrown under the bus by those Idol judges last night. Keep in mind that they were just supporting the pre-ordained Gokey. (I will not even get into THAT rant again, because this letter is about you.)
You've come a long way kid. And I ain't talkin' about just those looks of yours. Who knew from that day long ago, when you came into my life, singing "Man In The Mirror," you'd be here now -- in the Top 4? You were certainly the underdog, and I am proud to say you really have come into your own.
I will be watching you tonight with bated breath. And please know, if it's you who goes home, instead of that Danny, there will be a silent tear, falling down a little cheek, in a little apartment, somewhere in the South. You didn't deserve such abuse last night. And anytime you need a break from little wifey, I will be your shoulder to cry on. Yes, in fact, just come home. Momma's waiting.
With love, understanding, and a warm pillow to rest your wearied little head,