SEPTEMBER 27, 2012
My dancer suitemate has once again proven to be a lifesaver.
She found me a fellow dancer to star in my project, and it appears that this dancer is a really, really nice human being. I’m amazed she didn’t bail on me considering the first thing I did when I Facebook messaged her was explain, in great detail, my film (nearly frame by frame) in its entirety which literally took up two pages.
I’ve been conversing with her for the past few hours regarding how the plan might change and I basically asked her to come up with a dance sequence for tomorrow when we’re slated to meet at 1 p.m. and she was totally down for it.
I get this feeling she won’t bail on me, which is amazing considering I don’t even know her/haven’t even met her before (the same for her applies to me/vice versa), and according to my suitemate, she’s an incredible dancer, so…
Oh mah gah.
WHY DO NICE PEOPLE EXIST. Never mind why they exist—BLESS THESE PEOPLE.
Now it basically boils down to me getting my shit together, as in, doing my part by filming it beautifully.
