It's my ticket onto Dancing With the Stars. I can't help it, I freaking love the show, and I crave a chance to don the sequins, heavy eye makeup and spray tan and take my turn at the quick step, or the cha-cha, or the Viennese waltz. *sigh* I have some very realistic dreams, and some dreams that I know I'm not talented enough to see come true...ahem, my starring role on Broadway. But, I know in my bones I would tackle my DWTS assignment with fervor. And, while I might not earn the mirror ball, I know I would be quick to pick up the steps, show my determination to and desire to dance and win the heart of the crowd!
But first! First, I have the little problem of not being a star. I don't think executive producer of a central Pennsylvania morning show quite hits the star radar...not B list, D list, not even S list. I've come up with the following ideas on how to get my name out there... 1.) become a viral video sensation, doing what I don't know, but something to gain attention. 2.) Get cast on another reality show, where I don't need to win, I just need to carve out a reputation...hence the 15 minutes of fame. 3.) Get hitched to someone famous and become known to everyone by my photos on their arm on the red carpet...or better yet by his horrible, insensitive scorning of me.
How about this? You all spread the word of this blog, tell your friends, your co-workers, your family, your deli counter worker, your dog walker and your postman. Help me turn it into a phenomenon of words and before you know it, I'll be selected as the FIRST blogger to take the dance floor. I can hear it now, "she's a master of words, can she master the woods...the hardwoods, in her quest for the mirrorball trophy!" And, I can blog about the whole experience and call out all my fans, thus making YOU famous too! It's really a splendid and most realistic plan. Would it be too much to make it happen before my 30th birthday? Talk about crossing a major item off the bucket list...
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