In black-and-white, Carrie Underwood, wearing a sequined dress, walks up to the microphone. She switches the microphone back and forth. Crossing her legs, she sits on a chair. She sings into the microphone.
In color, she grabs the microphone and continues to sing while the audience cheers for her. Lit in electric blue, her band plays in the background of the stage. Back in black-and-white, she sits at a vanity and tears pieces of paper apart. She pounds the chair with her fists. Lit in electric blue, people sing along with Underwood. A thirtysomething man holds his 5-year-old daughter in his arms. Confetti falls on Underwood and the audience as she finishes the song. She waves to the audience.
The boots didn’t even pinch. Some nights as Carrie Underwood, she couldn’t wait until the set was finished to change. They hurt her ankles and blistered her feet. But tonight, the boots were like her own skin. She talks to the crowd and tells them a story about American Idol.
American Idol seemed distant, though. A song from her debut album and the crowd goes wild. She had wanted to take it off the setlist. It didn’t feel like her anymore. She couldn’t really relate to it. However, it was a huge hit and people would be disappointed if they didn’t hear it.
Maybe it was time to change direction. Her husband had told her he’d support her either way. He wanted her to release music which was a reflection of herself. She puts on her headphones and listens to some rock. That’s who she wanted to be.
Director: Chris Hicky Year: 2010