Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a movie star. Well, not really, but I am going to be in a short film destined to be show at several film festivals. A few weeks ago in my dance class my teacher announced that a friend of hers' husband is directing a short film he's going to use to break into the film industry. For this film they need fourteen dancers to do a western-ish line dance. I volunteered along with a couple other people from my class and last Saturday we went out to a house (a house with a HUGE dance studio built inside it, I might add) in the outskirts of Rexburg to learn the dance. It's really silly and we're supposed to be overly animated (we're part of a dream sequence), mix in the insanely unattractive frilly dresses and plaid shirts, it's quite a scene. All the same, I'm excited. This Saturday will be spent on location in Felt, Idaho in the middle of nowhere where there isn't even a bathroom unless you drive for a while. Yes, I'm thrilled. Oh, it's almost probably going to be snowing. And freezing. So excited.
Edit::Girls jump to conclusions so quickly. Really, now? Ridiculous.