Stepping Up

If I share one of my fondest dreams with you, promise not to laugh, okay?

Cuz dreams can totally come true. Like for example, I wanted to marry the man of my dreams. And I did.

I wanted to become a published author. And I did.

See? It works.

So now it's time to take on my next dream.

*Takes deep breath.*

Kenny and I want to be on a dance crew.

Shut up. It could happen.

Look, we've done the research. We've seen all three seasons of America's Best Dance Crew. We've done all the requisite viewing: Stomp the Yard, Step Up 2: The Streets, How She Move.

We know what our costumes will be. We figure baggy jeans, camouflage hoodies, newsboy caps and some kind of bright streaks in our hair. We all have our signature moves: Lil J can do some fierce breakdancing down on the floor (as long as it's to U2 Vertigo), Baby G can do some serious stomping, Kenny's got a killer centipede, and I can VOGUE like I invented it.

But...

That's only half a crew. We need between 1-3 more people, at least one of whom needs to know how to choreograph a variety of routines around those four moves. And also, we're not really good in unison, so really it should just be a series of connected solos. Oh, and Kenny also knows some ballroom so maybe we could put some of that in there, too.

Who's in?