I was watching The Singing Bee last night… and I felt conflicted…
Would I rather compete on the show or be one of the dancers?
I love to karaoke… yes, cheesy, but So. Much. Fun. I love to dance. Lu-huv to dance. It’s not that I actually have to make a choice or anything…
It all just looks fun. My suppressed “Starlet” was chatting with me last night after the show. She got all emotional… saying she’s not getting any younger… what about HER 15 minutes of fame… blah, blah, blah… she even threatened Botox. I just shoved her back behind the red velvet curtain. Yeah, I’ve been workin’ out. She should be quiet for awhile. In my defense, I did give her a few slices of cucumbers for her red, tear-swollen eyes. Prima donna.
I think you should send a video of yourself dancing. I bet they would totally beg you to be a dancer AND sing. But you have to post the video on YouTube. C’mon, you know you want to.
Oh and I am SO getting the “Move Over Skinny” shirt. Wouldn’t it be a bitch if it didn’t come in plus sizes?