Note: I realised how long this post is only after I had posted it. Oh boy. So sorry. I rant.
I have been a recent addition to the wonderful Archuleta Avenue Malaysia (AAM) crew so thank you for having me on board. How are you doing, Anne, Lily, Kylie, John and fellow supporters of David? I know I said that I was going to begin posting after my trials but after calling Fly FM twice today in conjunction with David Archuleta Week for the first time ever, my excitement is a little arduous to contain.
It would only seem befitting that I begin my first post here by conveying the moment I first became an Archie/Arch Angel/etc. With the numerous insightful posts accumulating each day on the web, I feel like there is a humongous boulder held by a thin piece of thread hanging right on top of my head because I lack profundity. But I am doing this for David; regardless of whether he reads this or not. (Highly unlikely.) So I am just going to let the cat out of the bag right now and say that I am not an insightful person whatsoever. Forgive me in advance.
I am currently 16 going on 17 and am in my last year of high school. I used to watch American Idol for entertainment’s sake. (I no longer watch it now.) I already took note of David during his earlier audition rounds but paid little attention to him. After “Imagine”, I decided that I liked David. And Michael Johns, Carly Smithson and Jason Castro. Because that was all there was to it for me. I had thought, “He has a great voice. Attractive features. What was new?” I remained adamant and refused to outwardly admit that I was becoming a fan. I do not like the idea of having idols or being a crazed fan of celebrities. But David was much more than an idol, wasn’t he? And we are much more than fans, aren’t we?
Then I started displaying symptoms: I was at the edge of my seat whenever Ryan Seacrest called David to the stage during the results show. Shivers ran up my spine whenever David’s voice filled the room. My hairs stood on end. Goosebumps covered my arms. When I began grinning from ear to ear whenever the thought of David pervaded my mind, I knew that there was no denying it. I was a fan. Ugh. I despised that notion for a while. I didn’t want to use the word ‘fan’. It sounded conforming.
I slowly allowed myself to find out what I could about David sometime around the antepenultimate round. I scoured the web for the longest time on someone I saw on TV. Even writing biography assignments didn’t consume that much of my time. What I discovered about David changed me remarkably. I knew he was a good person on TV. I hadn’t known, however, what a spectacular soul David was even behind the scenes. I knew that there are people who change the world for the better. My parents are proof enough. But I couldn’t for the life of me comprehend how an adolescent could take on that role. At 17. I am a teenager and I fight for the greater good (ahem, at times, whenever I can) but none of my peers nor I possess qualities like David’s. It was mind-boggling.
I don’t know what I can say that hasn’t been said about David’s immense gift and talent that is his voice. I just know that it has the power to move mountains, change lives, turn hearts and surmount obstacles. He could have sung Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars and I’d have downloaded that song onto my iPod in a heartbeat. (Channeling Randy here.) The immense and inexplicable emotion that I get whenever I hear him sing -that’s a first for me. I didn’t know there was such a feeling in existence. I enjoy music. But David has made music a necessity in my life. Especially his music.
I can’t express the honour and gratitude I have for David. It is truly a blessing to be able to have the sense of hearing. And David just makes that simple underrated ability so much richer. I honestly feel a tad sorry for those who don’t have the opportunity to hear his voice, even for just once.
I began to realise the term ‘fan’ wouldn’t even begin to describe what we are. The devotion and perennial support we have for David are too great for words. But that would do. There was no other suitable word.
I am in the midst of my SPM trials and here I am, typing this all out. I hope I don’t get bludgeoned by my parents. I am a teenager but David doesn’t appeal to me as how a boy appeals to a girl. (Much. Ha-ha.) He appeals to me like one of the greatest gifts in the world ever, ribbon-wrapped and sealed with a kiss. David has made a huge impact in my life and is in my list of priorities, peculiar as it may sound. God comes first in my life, my family second and David is somewhere between my friends and myself.
Sorry for the madly lengthy post. If it was a tedium to read it, I apologise. By the way, I am still a female in the end and I am going to admit that his looks do captivate me. But it goes without saying that there is much more to David than that. The list would be endless so I am going to stop here.
Have a great week ahead! 🙂