Yes, my fellow Idol lovers who have been wondering, I WILL be tuning in tonight to that other Fox program: So You Think You Can Dance (herein forth to be referred to as "SYTYCD"; dang -- "Idol" was so much simpler). Again, I apologize for missing the first episode; Florida was calling my name. You understand.
Now I have to put up this disclaimer: I will be tuning in tonight a bit unsure of how I feel about this show. Will I be sassy? Will I be sweet? I just don't quite yet know what my, if you will, visceral response to this Idol-Runner-Up programming will be.
Clearly, (in large part due to the awesomeness that was American Idol: Season 8) Idol has quickly become my favorite show on television ... hands down. As Idol viewers, we get to follow a seemingly unknown along his or her path to super stardom -- an emotional journey with tear-filled highs and gut-wrenching lows, but we love it, and we even feel like we have a great hand in propelling our chosen one into said super stardom through the simple power of our texts. (And I ain't talking about power texts.)
We have the Idol moments along the way, where all of a sudden the underdog switches it up and turns a current chart-topping rap song into a tender melody, slapping us in the face and forcing us to listen to it in a way we had never heard of before. And as much as I declared at shows end (to myself, to friends, and to the land of Facebook) that "I will never watch this stupid show again!", I find myself longing for next season when I can go through this tumultuous journey all over again.
Wait. This was going to be a simple start-up post about SYTYCD. But I suppose I found myself getting back on the Idol-track because there are many parallels of SYTYCD to Idol. I mean, if singers can do it, dancers can do it too, right? Evoking the passion we never knew was in us, that is. The passion that causes me to (for the first time) engage in a game of fist-a-cuffs with my DVR after missing an Adam Lambert performance. And considering this season of Idol ended up becoming the main topic of my blog, I would say that SYTYCD has some mighty big shoes to fill.
I am feeling somewhat profound right now, so I think I will incorporate an inspirational quote into my SYTYCD posts. Dancing is after all, inspired and inspirational.
"There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them."
(If you are thinking, "where did sassy-frass Elizabeth go?" I say, "Don't worry . . . I'm sure I will find plenty of moments for the sass you know and love; but with a different show, comes different vibes," I say.)
So will SYTYCD fire you up? Does it move you? Since I missed the first night, any comments on who jumped out at you? Any moments that got under your skin? I did hear news of controversy surrounding a same-sex couple dancing together. Or, are you just still sad over Idol? If so, what new justifications have you come up with?