Attending Denmark’s Got Talent
So, I’m not going to dive into the deep, juicy details of the Live Shows—it’s up to you to discover the hidden links to the YouTube videos (They’re in danish—held og lykke). Instead, I’ll share some stories and how the show’s influence shook up my life at the time.
“I like apples”
I told one of the staff members after asking for eight apples as a lunch meal. An odd choice, but necessary to calm the raging buffalos stampeding in my stomach while waiting to face the judges—four renowned experts in Denmark, each as terrifying as they are lovely, and armed with a big red buzzer. The apples helped, but not as much as my frequent trips to inspect the decorations of the bathroom stalls.
Just before my turn, a teenage girl performed a dance routine. Unfortunately, it didn’t impress the judges, and the buzzer echoed its roaring thunder. But due to some recording mishaps, she had to redo her performance not once, not twice, but three times. She definitely had bigger meatballs than me, as I would’t be able to stand the pressure for sure. I stood there clutching my magical paper, bag full of plastic weapons and a tiny iPad shield, ready to face the ogres—uh, judges.
YES! YES! YES! YES!
I watched the auditions with my mom and stepdad at their house. Well, they watched. I was physically there. A few days later, I got a message from a girl on Tinder (more on that later).
“Two minutes, twelve cubes, and a blindfold—turning chaos into something new! Ladies and gentlemen, MATIAS!”
And just like that, I was off to the semi-finals.
By this point, I was spending quite a bit of time with the girl I mentioned earlier. A little magic and—woop-de-doo!—straight to the finals. The magic, however, seemed to drain me. Feverish and sick, the gods of entertainment decided to test my resilience. Through every practice round, rehearsal, pre-rehearsal, and video recording, I punched, kicked, and devoured every challenge. I was READY!
…Or so I thought.
I might just be the world’s greatest failure at a national talent show to actually win. And isn’t that something to be proud of?
Oh, and that girl? She forced her way into the afterparty. Turns out, she’d be harder to shake off than I anticipated.
