So here's the story from A to Z...

This week was pretty packed with plenty of things to worry and stress about, so I wasn't too worried about Rockstar. It was scheduled for Friday afternoon, and we had choreographed it on Tuesday, reviewing it and tweaking it every day, so we all felt pretty prepared. What I did not have was a costume. Finding a modest costume for a spice girl is kind of difficult, but I accomplished it, thank you Ross, where you can dress for less. No, it wasn't perfect, but my wig helped. It was an awesome wig. Not exactly Scary Spice hair, but it was a huge, impressive 'fro. Pictures will surely be posted, but I forgot my camera and my friend has to email her pictures to me. The hair really attracted all the attention. I also had some camo going on, though no animal print (though there's plenty of it to be found, regrettably). And so sad that my perfect boots were in Provo. I never get to wear them, and here was a great opportunity.

So when I finally had the costume scrapped together by 8:30 Thursday night (at which point a RACED home to catch the last half of SYTYCD?), I was a little surprised to find myself getting nervous. Quite nervous. Now that all of our scenes for the program were over, all I had to focus on was Rockstar.

I was also a might worried about the 'Killer Queen' backup I was doing. I was to be bass guitar, but we'd barely practiced and I didn't think the lead guitarist or drummer knew all the words we were supposed to sing. Our Freddy Mercury had his own performance to work out. I was also just scrapping together a costume from our wee costume closet that we used for Chekhov. What I ended up with really worked, though I sadly have no picture of it. Just some flared jeans, a puffy shirt from the closet, and a military-ish long jacket from the closet. It worked out really well. I didn't wash my hair and poofed it out as much as I could and pushed it into my face. I let my face go totally blank and was just into the music. It was awesome.

What was the most awesome was the audience. As soon as our rock concert started I could tell this was going to be freaking awesome. We loved everyone, no matter who they were or what song they were performing. We totally rocked out to everything given to us and screamed our hearts out for everyone up on the stage. We had a HUGE sound system so I'm sure you could hear the music throughout the building. It was like being at a rock concert where everyone's freaking out because they're so in love with whoever's onstage. It was awesome. And my anxiety was gone. I knew that no matter what I did up there, as long as I was committed, the audience would LOVE me. And they did. The Spice Girls were second to last and we rocked.

Certain roommates would also be very proud of how I danced. Onstage and off. I rocked out the whole time. I think Hip Hop and Afrocuban had given me some confidence. And, I was playing Scary Spice after all. I have watched many YouTube recordings of her performing and she just had a blast when she was onstage. And since I was being her, I had a blast too.

I also saw Daniel in the audience, so that of course just pushed me that much further to have a great time up there. Because really, I think what Denver Center looks for is people who have fun and are committed. Yes, I think I probably look fairly ridiculous when I dance. But all I could do was go for it and be Scary.

The adrenaline was amazing. When we practiced this number, none of us ever got out of breath, but by the end of our performance we were SO out of breath, our hearts were Pounding. It was amazing.

It is the most fun I've had in a long time. I want to do it again. And again. But it would only be so great with the amazing audience. But when will I ever do it again? I haven't done it before, so why would I do it again? Maybe I need to persuade a Christopher Clark to have a Rockstar birthday party later this summer...