Let me start this by saying how much I love you. Seriously. People have called me Stan-tasia
behind my back at times. Yours was the only season I ever voted for any contestant on the current travesty formerly known as American Idol. Heck, I even had my mother voting for you numerous times each week (and have the phone bill receipts to prove it) after that tear-inducing, emotional one-minute, thirty-second masterpiece that was your version of "Summertime" from Porgy & Bess. I raced out and bought your debut CD, Free Yourself, and subsequently wrote a glowing review.
I loved you on Broadway, and even played host to many out-of-towners who planned their entire weekends in New York around seeing you do your thang-thang as Celie during your wildly successful extended run in Oprah's
money machine adaptation of the Alice Walker novel. I immediately fell in love with the track "When I See You" from your second, self-titled CD, with it going down as one of my absolute favorite songs from last year.
I anxiously awaited your latest visit to the reality show from the moment I read you were going to perform. And then... last night happened. You showed up and out. The hair, the indecipherable lyrics, the body suit, the dude that seemed quarantined from the rest of the performance, the backup singers/dancers that had legs for days (wait, I actually LOVED them!)... I honestly don't know where to go from here. I need you to tell me that performance of "Bore Me (Yawn)" was, unlike your Lifetime movie, indeed a fairytale. The look on Simon's face sums it up perfectly. Maybe, when you read this, we can sit down together and play back your performance, and you can
introduce me to the dancers help me sort things out. Keep me on the Barrino bandwagon. I really, really need that. OK?