good enough to go-go

Of course, since you're an avid reader, you recall how well my last dance call went.

If you don't, I'll sum it up:

My Face + Floor = Happened

So, when I finally confirmed my audition for this edgy not-really-new-but-new-musical that's hitting the stage this fall where all the shows I never seem to book happen...(coughNewWorldcough coughVocaPeoplecough coughRENTcough....and don't even make me TALK about my attempts at booking The Gazillion Bubble Show...)

I was less than ecstatic to hear the first step was the dance call.

Not only was it a dance call, OH NO. It was a dance call choreographed by So You Think You Can Dance hottie Travis Wall...the man whose face is all over subway stations and undressing you with his eyes in Times Square.

Maybe YOU think you can dance, but I never said anything about ME.

But there I was surrounded by kids clinging to that "1st Nat'l" on their resume...

And you know what America? I could actually dance.

Well, compared to the other kids (including that guy from American Idol) I could REALLY dance.

No, maybe I wasn't bringing Mia Michaels to tears or kicking my face with LaDuca's (those are fancy dancer shoes), but I was moving more than one limb at a time.

So who knows America. Maybe I should start going to DANCER calls and find my place in the chorus.

AND THEN I WOKE UP IN SO MUCH PAIN  AND STILL CAN'T MOVE MY LEFT LEG THREE DAYS LATER.

I'm eating Advil like M&M's,

TJB: Making It