Hey Miss Murder...

"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer..."
~Boys Like Girls.

Later that same week...
Wow, so my current claim to fame is as follows: in the course of a week, I was on the list at three shows, invited to an afterparty, went backstage at Incubus' opening night, had six rock stars on my floor two nights in a row, rode in a tour van and was in a music video.

Against Me! was filming a music video yesterday in Sun Valley, I applied and got a spot in it! 1pm yesterday was the call time; I got there about 1230 because I knew I was going to have to go through wardrobe. They put me in a black halter cocktail dress with a very flowy skirt (this comes into play later, I promise), and then we began the wait. They were running WAY behind; the background dancers (which is what I was) ended up sitting in holding for almost seven hours, and finally at 8pm they called us to the set. The guys were all in tuxes, the girls were all in black cocktail dresses with bling jewelry they gave us. The plotline of the video was really good, but it was a pretty low budget shoot (for an indie band from my ORIGINAL hometown-- Gaines-vegas), so everything took forever.
Basically they would turn on music and we would start dancing-- I was placed in the front, which means maybe I'll actually be seen in it, which is cool. We started out dancing chill to Billy Idol, then faster to some ridiculous song, then all-out moshing to a really hardcore song.

All of the guys except one were the super-skinny emo types... but that one other guy was shaped like a football player. He was at least 6'3", and in the middle of the moshing, he climbed on top of a table that was part of the set, knocked all the glasses off of it, and jumped off as though he was going to crowdsurf over us.
Crowdsurf. In a crowd of about 20, 10 of whom were girls in heels. All of the girls happened to be standing in front of the table at that exact moment; he jumped into the air, the girls jumped out of the way, and the guy landed flat on his stomach on the tile floor of the set on a pile of broken glass from the wine glasses he had kicked to the floor.
Well done.
It was kind of ridiculous, but completely his own fault-- as soon as the moshing started, the girls freaked-- we were all in stilettos provided by wardrobe; one of the "waiters" had dropped a tray of grapes, which smashed on the floor, leaving those slippery peels everywhere. We all took off our shoes thinking it would make us less likely to slip, but then the glass broke... it was kind of madness.
And by kind of, I mean completely.

But so fun. Pretty much I can't wait until the video comes out...
Met the band, too-- add that one to the list.
Thrash so real,
B