I was browsing through Facebook yesterday morning when I read several update status about the results of American Idol. It was just a spoiler, having been used to watching AI on a delayed basis via local cable. The results revealed that Philip Phillips and Jessica Sanchez survived the final cut and are going to the grand finale. I immediately stood from my seat and went to the next room and made a formal announcement to our employees. I also called via intercom and delivered the news to the others at the other office. I thought they will all cheer and make some sort of revelry from hearing this news. All I heard were short bursts of laughter, not even happy laugh, but just plain we-heard-you-but-honestly-we-donâ€™t-give-a-crap-about-that laugh.
[Photo courtesy The Christian Science Monitor.]
How could they? How could these people not care? Did they not realize Jessica Sanchez has achieved something no one with Pinoy descent has ever done before? Did they not realize what a momentous, glorious; golden age has dawn to our race? Jessica Sanchez, on the verge of becoming an American Idol, a great honor to the Philippines, and yet they seat there, in front of their computers and donâ€™t care?
Fortunately my officemates do not represent majority of Pinoys here and abroad because majority of us recognize what a distinct honor Jessica Sanchez had brought and continue to bring for our country. Fortunately, majority actually do give a crap. Twitter and Facebook is abuzz over her. All mainstream media covered her, even locating her former nanny and her cousins in Bataan to get their reactions. The Palace and the Veepee gave their warmest congratulations. The surge of national pride is just electric! I could almost scream: â€œI love Jessica Sanchezâ€!
In fact, I wouldnâ€™t be surprised if last night many mothers prayed to dear Lord that their daughters or their sons would also become rich and famous through their singing and dancing like her or Charice P. There would have been little girls yesterday who looked at the mirror with comb in hand, singing â€œI donâ€™t wanna miss a thing.â€ In their hearts, they wanted to become Jessica. Children across our land wondered when will the next audition for Pinoy Big Brother, Will Time Big Time, Itâ€™s Showtime or Eat Bulaga. Some teens would have checked the audition schedules of up-coming talent searches like Pinoy X Factor and Talentadong Pinoy. Here is Jessica Sanchez, reaching for her dreams. If it was at all possible for her, surely it will be possible for them as well.
So Jessica Sanchez and the local media frenzy, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have again reinforced the fact that the business of song, dance and acting is viable and lucrative, albeit at times dangerous (as Claudine Barretto and Raymart Santiago would attest). Thank you for bringing to life thousands or even tens of thousands of dreams within our young peopleâ€™s heart. Indeed before them lay a path to stardom, out of poverty and escape from the drudgery of academics. Your success will make the deceptive lure of the showbiz spotlight even brighter. Now, our local talent shows will have longer lines as before. Our voice teachers and dance instructors will experience increase in clientele.
And the world need not worry. While there are only several generations of engineers, scientists and non-nurse professionals left in our countryâ€™s workforce, they will continually be available for your economies. You can take them all if you can. But be ready, we will be producing ten to fifteen generations of Jessica Sanchezes and Charice Pempengcos who will dominate, and win every talent show you can think off. When the Chinese finally invade our shores, fear not. Do not even bother to send the US 7th fleet. Our song and dance numbers shall protect our cities from destruction. Our pop stars will distract the Red Army in their advance and extend them world-class R&R when they have finally conquered.