Backup Dancer

So, last night I had a dream that she and I had just met and we hit it off really well. She invited me over to hang out. We talked forever and out of nowhere she asked me to be a backup dancer. She had her other backup dancers teach me the moves, but she was dancing with along us. And for some reason her manager HATED me and desperately wanted me to go away. Anyway, it was showtime for me pretty quickly since we ended up doing an impromptu mini-concert at a neighborhood festival. The manager made sure I had the highest heels on, in hopes I would fall or mess up to make a fool of myself. It sort of worked, but not really. Gwen had my back.