What would be a really good hard-luck story for American Idol?

My daddy's in jail, my mama she left us, my dog died, No wait that was Kelly Picklers story.

Your partner left you for one of your parents on the day you found out you had a flesh eating bacterial virus. As your face slowly fell off you took comfort in singing........ only to accidentally swallow a screwdriver and render your vocal chords useless. In order to pay for life saving surgery on your throat - just so you could fulfil your dream of winning American Idol - you had to sell your house and declare yourself bankrupt. As a result you and your 5 children ( one of whom you adopted from a suspicious man in a trench coat - name=Tarquin ) have been living in a disused teepee. Then your dog was kidnapped by aliens and returned to you with three eyes and antennas for ears, you heard about the Idol auditions from the radio signals your dog now transmits on a daily basis. Winner.

I lived in a cave for twenty years eating roaches and brought up by wolves.i can howl very loud so i should walk it.YAULL.

I would tell them I swam all the way across from Ireland just to sing on American Idol....... how the leprechauns tried to stop me leaving Ireland & how I got attacked by sharks & all sorts but here I am 3stone lighter, thinner than Post Spice & ready to sing my Irish heart & soul out....please don't send me back to Ireland without letting me go to Hollywood . :)

My 3rd cousin's baby daddy's brother's baby mama's great-grandmother had a corn on her big toe. (sad music plays...) She wasn't even able to walk out to the front porch to watch the tv set so she could see me audition for American Idol. (sad music again...) So then she asks her old man to go out to the woodshed to fetch a chisel...she was gonna get that there corn off her toe no matter what. So she chiseled...and chiseled (sad sad fiddle music) til she could chisel no more. The old man tried his hand at chiseling that corn off her toe with no luck. He reaches in his overalls pocket and pulls out his old pocket knife...pours a bit of whiskey on it...and got to work on that toe. All that woman could think of was watching me fullfill my dreams of sangin on American Idol....(more sad fiddle music)...all a sudden the old man choked on his tobaccy and fell to the floor dead as a doornail...along with the old woman's toe.

So now my 3rd cousin's baby daddy's brother's baby mama's great-grandmother has not only lost her old man, but she's now in a wheelchair out at the Shady Oaks Center...

And that's why I have to be the next American Idol....

My father was on his death bed and his last words were, go on American Idol!

That would be hilarious.

Being bullied at school is the norm - always pulls on peoples heart strings.