"Oprah Fail" Part 1
And yes, those are "air quotes." The Good Doctor would be proud. Although, air quotes have nothing on The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks which has made me laugh out loud more than once. It's the grammar nerd part of my sense of humor. Same slice of brain lobe that includes my spelling snobbery.
Anyway, let me catch you up on what done happened since June, when I emailed and Facebooked many of you, asking you to vote early and often for my audition for the Oprah Winfrey Network.
I entered the "Your OWN show" contest for the chance to compete on a reality TV show to eventually win the grand prize: the opportunity to host my own show on the Oprah Winfrey Network.
I knew it would be a long shot, the longest shot I'd ever taken, but I also didn't want to have a road not taken that would have "What If-ed" me to death later in life. So now that all has been said and done, I'm still here, not living in a big house, five cars. But I wanted to let you in on what happened, because dagnabbit, if I couldn't get my own show on OWN, at least I could drum up some material for Bloggity. And all of you who voted for me and wondered, "Whatever did happen to Vicky Nguyen and her journey to Oprah's Promised Land?" deserve to know exactly how it went down.
The following is what I wrote shortly after finding out the crappy part: that I was not one of The Chosen. When my heart was all sad and bummed and feeling really loserly.
First, thank you. Before I bust out this long, multi-part post to share with you my short journey into Never Never Land, I want to thank you truly from the core of my heart. Thank you for supporting me and encouraging me and believing in me. And voting through your meetings and work days and logging 300 votes in an hour, you know who you are BL. Your faith in my abilities surprised and overwhelmed and filled me up.
I feel like the bachelorette that doesn't get chosen at the end and is in the limo crying her eyes out because she was so certain that She Was The One and wh-wh-why di-di-didn't he suh-suh-see that? It felt so real and so logical and so close I could close my eyes and see my wedding on national TV.
I mean the things that lined up, the SIGNS, that I was moving on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky, were everywhere. Or at least I kept seeing them. They might sound sort of dumb in retrospect but every little sign seemed to be pointing in one direction. The mecca of Oprah.
1. That the only three times I heard "Billionaire" by Travis McCoy and Bruno Mars on the radio, something awesomely good had just happened. "I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of" were in the freaking lyrics. How do you NOT sing that at the top of your lungs when auditioning for Ms. Winfrey? You, and the 14 thousand other people who made "Billionaire" their personal theme song.
2. The random Burbank sign I saw in San Jose driving back from a story, when I happened to glance out the window while jamming out a story on my laptop. Burbank just happens to be where Oprah's network is based.
3. The fact Oprah would not only launch her own network, but that she would also conduct a massive national talent search and offer someone the chance to host a show on her network through an online contest.
4. That the timing of that contest would fall right into the tiny window after my contract ended, so I would be eligible to submit an audition.
5. That I already had time off for the week in July when the finalists would be in L.A. to be whittled from 40 down to 10.
6. That I had worked pretty much my entire professional career to develop the skills and experience I would need to actually rock as the host of a show on the Oprah Winfrey Network.
7. That the stars aligned and I thought they were spelling out, "You will host a show on OWN." Apparently I read them wrong. They actually said, "You will receive two calls and get so close you will be able to live and breathe the idea, but then you will be left behind in a cloud of dust with soot in between your teeth and smudgy cheeks."
But as The Good Doctor said, if I truly believe in destiny mixed with free will, well then I need to climb out of this hole and get on with it. Because something else is in my cards and that's the way the cookie crumbles. He was much much more sympathetic than that, but I'm just simplifying because you don't need to read 40 paragraphs of me saying, "But, but, whyyyyy OPRAH???"
Back to the present time. As you've gathered at this point, Oprah and Mark Burnett selected their 10 finalists for the show back in July, and it is taping somewhere in America right now. I'm obviously not on it. But, my heart will go on.
To Be Continued.