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You can stop bating your breath now. I've come through for you, without you even resorting to sticks.
Muhney said that I reminded him of Reese Witherspoon, whom he fell madly in love with in a dream. I wish you could have heard him describe that dream. They are so Ment2B. Anyway, I became the recipient of a crush-by-proxy. Like a starving child handed leftovers from Le Petit Fleur. I decided long ago (never to walk in anyone’s shadow… Ahem. Sorry.) that I would never settle, but exceptions must be made. For example, as a matter of policy I do not use my brakes on the freeway. The guy in that minivan today had better be grateful for my flexibility. Um. Please keep that in context. Thanks. As I was saying, I was more than pleased to get any kind of positive notice from such a brilliant, beautiful man. In fact, after that I’m sure I bore more resemblance to a lost puppy than to Reese. To be fair (to me, that is), I knew I would probably never have the chance to interact with him again. I did feel a little silly following him around for the next 24 hours, but hey, a little silly never hurt anyone.
After the reception, Muhney shared a couple demo reels with us. He was an utter joy to watch, and not just on screen. He was so excited to have a crowd gathering, begging to see his work. Looking up at the Best Of Muhney, his eyes lit up like Christmas, and it was one of those moments I wanted to capture and keep forever. Like playing in my business suit in the rain... lol, be right back!
Wow. That almost deserves a whole separate post. Florida is crazy, the cold rain falls onto the hot pavement, leaving puddles like hot springs. There are wide clear blue patches in the dimmed sky, and the far off lightning glows multicolored through the rainclouds like a preview of sunset. I could hardly catch my breath, running through the grass and concrete, giggling madly, it's all just so perfect. I truly wish I had some talent at art or photography so I could share this with you. Of course, now that I'm soaked, my air-conditioned house is giving the Arctic a run for its money. Not that I picture the Arctic having a lot of money... Sorry. Where was I?
Right. After the screening, it was Karaoke time! I don't know if you noticed this (lol), but I love to sing. Singing in front of people is a whole other story, but most of the audience fell into one of my two acceptable categories:
a) I'm never going to see these people again, so who cares?
OR b) My friends love me anyway.
Then there was c) Michael Muhney, one of the Top 5 Most Amazing People I Have Ever Met.
Who, by the by, I had specifically asked to watch my performance. Bacause I, if you failed to notice, am other than sane.
I was so nervous and tight when I started singing that when I tried to take a deep breath, my inner puppy took over and I panted. I may be exaggerating here, but I'm pretty sure I may not. By the end of the performance, I sounded good, but I still felt like I was just waiting for the music to end. With the patience one might expect if I were waiting for a boa constrictor to release its grip. I really wanted to go again (don't ask), but couldn't find an upbeat song I was confident enough about. Hanging out by the songbook paid off though, as it gave me the opportunity to influence Muhney's decision to perform The Humpty Dance. Can I get a Hell Yeah?
Muhney said that I reminded him of Reese Witherspoon, whom he fell madly in love with in a dream. I wish you could have heard him describe that dream. They are so Ment2B. Anyway, I became the recipient of a crush-by-proxy. Like a starving child handed leftovers from Le Petit Fleur. I decided long ago (never to walk in anyone’s shadow… Ahem. Sorry.) that I would never settle, but exceptions must be made. For example, as a matter of policy I do not use my brakes on the freeway. The guy in that minivan today had better be grateful for my flexibility. Um. Please keep that in context. Thanks. As I was saying, I was more than pleased to get any kind of positive notice from such a brilliant, beautiful man. In fact, after that I’m sure I bore more resemblance to a lost puppy than to Reese. To be fair (to me, that is), I knew I would probably never have the chance to interact with him again. I did feel a little silly following him around for the next 24 hours, but hey, a little silly never hurt anyone.
After the reception, Muhney shared a couple demo reels with us. He was an utter joy to watch, and not just on screen. He was so excited to have a crowd gathering, begging to see his work. Looking up at the Best Of Muhney, his eyes lit up like Christmas, and it was one of those moments I wanted to capture and keep forever. Like playing in my business suit in the rain... lol, be right back!
Wow. That almost deserves a whole separate post. Florida is crazy, the cold rain falls onto the hot pavement, leaving puddles like hot springs. There are wide clear blue patches in the dimmed sky, and the far off lightning glows multicolored through the rainclouds like a preview of sunset. I could hardly catch my breath, running through the grass and concrete, giggling madly, it's all just so perfect. I truly wish I had some talent at art or photography so I could share this with you. Of course, now that I'm soaked, my air-conditioned house is giving the Arctic a run for its money. Not that I picture the Arctic having a lot of money... Sorry. Where was I?
Right. After the screening, it was Karaoke time! I don't know if you noticed this (lol), but I love to sing. Singing in front of people is a whole other story, but most of the audience fell into one of my two acceptable categories:
a) I'm never going to see these people again, so who cares?
OR b) My friends love me anyway.
Then there was c) Michael Muhney, one of the Top 5 Most Amazing People I Have Ever Met.
Who, by the by, I had specifically asked to watch my performance. Bacause I, if you failed to notice, am other than sane.
I was so nervous and tight when I started singing that when I tried to take a deep breath, my inner puppy took over and I panted. I may be exaggerating here, but I'm pretty sure I may not. By the end of the performance, I sounded good, but I still felt like I was just waiting for the music to end. With the patience one might expect if I were waiting for a boa constrictor to release its grip. I really wanted to go again (don't ask), but couldn't find an upbeat song I was confident enough about. Hanging out by the songbook paid off though, as it gave me the opportunity to influence Muhney's decision to perform The Humpty Dance. Can I get a Hell Yeah?
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The mostly drunk fangirl was the best part! lol.