"You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day"
Even though, personally, I didn't think it was a bad day at all.
Oh, Elliott.
The votes were close, or so we were led to believe. I’m convinced if I could have gotten through to his number 98,000 more times, he would be going into the finals. And, yes, I did the math on that.
I didn’t cry when he got the news he was going home.
I did cry when they were showing his visit home. And I couldn’t control the tears when they showed Elliott and Mama Yamin in the convertible driving through Richmond. He was waving to the crowds like Mr. Freakin’ America, and she was crying. I want to hug them both.
And then take them both on a picnic lunch in the park, where after we were done eating the sandwiches that Mama Yamin had put together, Elliott and I would go over to the tire swing and take turns pushing each other, while Elliott sang any Ray Charles song he felt like. It would be a good time.
How could it not be? Elliott is just a good guy! And he loves his mom! And can throw a mean pitch!
Next week, I vote for Taylor. But not before Friday, which is when I buy tickets to the American Idol concert.