I always adored Allison Iraheta. She was my favorite female on season 8 of American Idol, and in an alternate AmIdol universe--i.e., my personal, private dreamworld--she and Adam Lambert would have been the last two contestants standing.
Just reflect back on the awesomeness of Allison and Adam's "Slow Ride" duet and then IMAGINE how completely, head-explodingly amazing it would have been to witness those two rock 'n' roll showboaters belting out "We Are The Champions" with Queen on finale night. Allison could have even worn a girly pink version of Adam's Bob Mackie angel-wing-armor, or maybe she could have rocked a pair of lacy platform Kiss boots to match her Cyndi Lauper prom dress.
The mind boggles.
But sadly, Allison only came in fourth on American Idol. And my mind is actually still boggling over that. Simon Cowell often attributed Allison's lack of momentum and frequent undeserved showings in the bottom three to "likability" issues, but that boggled my mind even more. The kooky

