I am in awe of a reality TV show. A reality TV treasure, to be exact. I am in awe of a 13-year-old musical prodigy. I am in awe of a little girl and her version of Beyonce’s I’m just a Boy or just about anything else she sings.
Carly Rose of the XFactor was blessed with the gift to sing with perfect pitch and a pure heart. It’s like her young soul leaves her and she’s transformed to fit any song, better than the original singer could belt out. Ten notches higher, than the first recorder. I’m sure she challenges each original, music maker. Maybe her body is just a prop to carry and expose musical perfection with a voice that never falters.
Gifted. Gifted. Gifted. For once, I’m at a loss for a humorous twist. For once, I have purchased an iTunes song from a reality TV show. Oh, good lord.
I couldn’t help myself. I got chills. Chills more momentarily encapsulating than an air conditioner just switched to high. You’re standing in front of it, as it switches on and releases cold air WITH raw emotion.
Can you imagine? You don’t have to. You just have to listen to this little girl to feel that chill. The burr of brilliance is in her voice.
The Phantom in The Phantom of the Opera sees Christine and listens to her like her voice is a drug. I get it. This little girl’s voice is like a piece of perfection and euphoria with every song she sings. Her voice will someday be a drug for the masses.
Her face is that of a little girl, but her voice echoes the wise. Whatever she sings, she feels. Maybe she’s never had her heart broken, but her vibrato makes you believe she has.
If you close your eyes and listen, without looking at her child-like eyes and cute cheeks, you will believe she is beyond her years. That she is telling the story of a past experience. Close your eyes, and my silly prose will ring true. I promise.
Forget perfect pitch, her passion is the most astonishing echo I’ve ever heard. I could muffle my ears from other external sounds, like a garbage disposal or dishwasher flipping to wash and her voice would still ring through. Her passion would still give me goose bumps. It would hum through in the background over anything.
I’m a believer. The little girl is a star. The kind you put on top of a Christmas tree and stare at everyday, in awe, because of her brightness and ability to light up an entire room…with her angelic voice. She will be on your iTunes on repeat someday. Mark my words.