Another workshop, another show.
I was going to leave it at that, until, after retiring to my room after a night in the pub, three of the boys crashed into it at 11am, announcing that they’d found an English film crew who wanted them to dance in one of the local pub to do a scene. Only my group of dancers, and only in Winton. It’s time like this where you go “I could be sitting in an office, close to my friends, being a lawyer, and probably making a lot of money”, or, I could be a vagabond, travelling with some of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet, having to work very hard ot maintain any sembelance of friendships with those back home, and never knowing what life will throw at you.
I don’t know about you, but I know my choice, and I love every second of it.
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