If I had been recruited by an "America's Got Talent" Casting Agent who had seen my YouTube video earlier this year I might have decided "what the hell?" and made the trip to Navy Pier in Chicago a few weeks ago to be among what may or may not have been 30,000 people we may or may not have been told who auditioned in a dozen cities around the nation and/or sent in a DVD of their work for a chance to gain a spot in the third season of the hit reality television series.
I may or may not have driven the seven hours from Minneapolis to stand in line outdoors in the late winter Chicago wind for two hours, eventually being herded into a holding pen along with over a thousand other people until my 1:30 p.m. audition took place at around 7:30 that evening. I might have done that.
Had that initial 90 second appearance in front of one producer led to a second opportunity before a table full of producers in an adjoining room culminating in my hearing: "We're sending you to L.A.", the return drive to Minneapolis getting me in at 4:15 in the morning probably wouldn't have seemed like too much of a price to pay.
Since I usually simply add travel and lodging expenses onto the contract of any professional performance engagement I book, being offered a flight on Northwest Airlines and a couple of nights lodging in the Welshire Grand Hotel wouldn't in and of itself have been enough incentive.