My Audition Adventure

My Audition Adventure

Crazy? Maybe. Last week, I decided to audition for “Kochav Nolad” (literally, “A Star Is Born”), Israel’s version of “American Idol.”

I got as far as the third round of auditions—singing in front of the program’s five judges (Gal Ohovsky, Margalit Tzanani, Tzedi Tzarfati, Dana International and Tzvika Hadar). But I didn’t make it.

I did get pictures, though.

Here, on the day’s first train to Tel Aviv (which leaves Jerusalem at a dark and early 5:43 a.m., if you must know): sunrise between Lod and Ramle. The train had stopped temporarily, and because of its position, the sun appeared to rise through the lone tree on the horizon:

At the Tel Aviv Exhibition Grounds, waiting to get inside. I arrived at about 7:25 a.m. and was given the number 826. (The numbers started at 500.)

As we waited, I looked up and saw a flock of birds flying through some sunbeams:

Once in the main tent, the people in charge put us in high bleachers and taught us a song that would be used for the program’s opening. Smoking was prohibited in the tent, but people smoked anyway. I left, but before I did, I managed to get the following shots. First, head stocks and hair:

Next, the crowd at the open auditions:

When I went out to the lawn, I discovered that I wasn’t the only person there by any means:

Once on the lawn, I couldn’t resist looking at the greenery. I found some shepherd’s purse—one of my favorite herbs:

I don’t know whether this man at prayer was a contestant or not.

I passed the audition on the first day, and was invited to a further audition that would determine whether I would sing before the judges. After that second audition, which took place at a community center in southern Tel Aviv, we left the audition room to see this double rainbow:

So what happened at today’s audition? The judges appeared to like me and to like my singing, but said that while I sang very well, my style wasn’t appropriate for Kochav Nolad. Then they revised their statement slightly, saying that Kochav Nolad wasn’t suitable for me. “Throwing you into our pond would be like throwing a fish into the Dead Sea,” they said. They were very kind, and wished me luck.

They also asked me a lot of questions about my hand-made soap. On the audition form, candidates are supposed to list their hobbies, so I listed soapmaking as one of them. The judges appeared to be particularly interested in the citron peel that I like to add to my soap in order to give it a delicate, unusual fragrance. They asked me about it and made jokes about the use of the citron, known in Hebrew as an etrog, during the Sukkot festival.

Hmm. Maybe I have a niche at Kochav Nolad after all: soapmaker to the stars!

(Nah, I guess not.)

When I came out of the audition, my two friends, A. and N., were there to greet me. I owe them both big-time, since candidates had to bring at least two friends or family members to the audition, and both A. and N. generously volunteered to give up a day of work and family time in order to come with me.

As strange as it may seem, I’m not disappointed. I didn’t even expect to get as far as I did. It was an adventure, and it was great fun.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.