Perhaps you have already heard about Miss. Boyle. The 48 year old woman who divulged to British television audiences that she lived alone with her cat Pebbles, and had never been kissed. She then proceeded to walk on stage of Britain’s Got Talent with her mop of curls, and opened her mouth to sing Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables. Before she made a sound the audience was decidedly ready to cast their vote against her, but before she reached her first cadence she had flabbergasted her judges and audience alike. She was stunning and, in her own way, exquisite. She received a standing ovation and as her audience members jaws were still in half opened position she was ready to simply walk off the stage.
There is something I like very much about this. It might be the fact that she is such an unassuming star, but I think it might be more than that. The whole scenario rings of something like a fairy tale, and if not a fairy tale, then at least a very good bedtime story. It reminds me of the prima donna who made her break while scrubbing floors at an opera house- a true story, so I’m told. Who knew the cleaning woman had such a glorious set of pipes? Then again, wouldn’t we rather that she got the upgrade in pay scale more than the woman already dripping with diamonds?
Now back to Susan. Our faithful news sources are confidently reassuring us that we will hear more from Miss Boyle. To that I say “Splendid!” because Jiminy Cricket tells me that our western culture is way too eager to boo contestants off stage, and at times it is even to the point of willing them to tear each other limb from limb in the name of competition (Or is it in the name of entertainment?). In this day where a majority of our celebs are famous because they radiate the aura of Venus, I say lets go with the lady with the defined eyebrows and crazy curly hair. Susan made people who were half asleep suddenly turn their heads. And it is for this, Miss Boyle, that I salute you.
