Victoria Beckham was back last night to help the judges find the talent in Denver.  People from all over poured in for their chance to try out for American Idol. Everybody came in with their sob stories and songs ready.

The first day was full of talent and golden tickets or at least that’s how it seemed. The motorcycle wreck guy got through and about 14 others. We did not see many crazies, except for a montage of odd costumes. This included a winged demon or gargoyle of some type.

The second day was a little crazier. One surprise was the high-pitched girl from Italy. She sounded like she inhaled helium before she came in, but, when she sang it was beautiful.

Not all of the wannabes were as lucky.  One dude named Kenny knew he was a great singer and sings in the park as a public service. I was watching carefully to find out what park that was so I would not have my ears assaulted twice. When Kenny sang I thought he was having some sort of seizure.

Then there was a string of people that would raise the dead. I didn’t take the time to learn their real names, but I call them screaming chick, tone deaf girl, atrocious man and the truly awful skat guy.

Then it happened, the last audition of the day made my week. You got it, Bikini Boy. Last year we were given Bikini girl. We must have been good this year, because the American Idol Gods brought us an idiot in a girl’s bikini. He waltz right in there with a Billy ray Cyrus song. He didn’t even get two words out before Simon got up and said, “I’m going home.” The rest of the judges followed leaving poor Ty Hemmerling facing an empty table. Most people would have taken the hint, but not bikini boy. He stood there waiting saying, “they’re coming back, Right?” He had to ask like three more times.

They gave away 26 tickets to the people in Denver.  Wednesday is the last audition show and then we are off to Hollywood.