So after all that (which took an hour) I put on my fabulous costume which consisted of a skintight dress that goes about five inches below my hips, it's black and ends in red poofs with two gold stripes up the body area. I also wore thigh high tights that are black and white striped with red bows on the top. I also have red fishnet gloves, a small hat, and a weird jacket. The jacket in black and white striped, have red ruffles on the ends of the sleeves and doesn't even act like a real jacket. It only covers my arms and back. So in conclusion, my costume was terrible. Luckily I was able to wear leggings underneath so it wasn't too risque.
After I put on that monstrosity, I suddenly remembered that I had to have a zombie shirt! See I street dance with Tanya, who's in charge of the shows and such, and so we decided that the street dancers would do Thriller. So I didn't have my Thriller costume. Shit. Right then, I heard my dad walk through the door. I sprinted downstairs and hysterically yelled at him:
"DadIneedoneofyourwhiteundershirtstocutupandmakebloodyforThrillerorI'lldieahorribledeath!"
That is literally what I said. He replied with a confused:
"Okay take whatever you need out of my drawer?"
After a hurried thank you I ran upstairs and took one of his white undershirts and ran to my room. I broke out the scissors and cut that badboy up! I then proceeded to get the fake blood out of my brother's closet and ran back to my bathroom. I put the shirt in the bathtub and sprayed blood all over that sucker! I ran out of blood doing that... So now my bathtub looks like a murder scene...
Le Murder*
Yaaaa... I still have to clean that...
On the bright side, My zombie costume was very nice!
Le Zombie*
So after I did that, I made my dad drive me to dance, I was there on time, I smiled, I danced, I sung, and I had fun scaring small children. It was a great show :)
