At Least They Got Paid

How do you break the news to your parents that you were a surfboard in the Halftime show?

Probably over the phone.

Not the point.  

So anyway...I'm not a dancer, nor do I play one on TV.  I don't specifically know what it takes to become a professional dancer, but based on knowing what it does take to become a professional just-about-anything, I can extrapolate.  Starting when you're young, your parents take you to a class, and you at least seem to enjoy it, so they take you back, and repeat this process many many times.  You are then bought clothes and accessories for your continuing classes, which get more expensive and farther away the better you get.  Your parents have to drive cumulative hours to get you to classes, and recitals, and groups, and competitions, spending untold thousands of dollars for this thing that you now love and are increasingly good at.  It's hard work, and it sometimes hurts (both physically and emotionally), and occasionally you feel a little ridiculous, but every moment is amazing for you as this thing you are doing becomes a greater and more important part of your life.  

You move on to college and spend several years and many more thousands of dollars pursuing your goals, dedicating the better part of every day to your craft.  You take more time to create and develop your professional resume, auditions, interviews, and references, hoping to catch the break you need to turn this dream of yours into gainful employment.  

All of a sudden, it comes.

The representative for a very famous musician (whose name I'm not allowed to use, or else they'll sue me) call you and inform you that the singer will be performing at the halftime show for the most-watched football game of the year (whose name I'm not allowed to use, or else they'll sue me), and you have been selected to be one of the accompanying dancers.  It's the gig you've given your entire life for, and it's now a reality.  

Your job is to wear a giant foam surfboard costume which has no arms and obscures every aspect of your person except the lowest 9" of your legs.  You will do nothing but sway back and forth during the singer's famous song.  

"Hi, mom...so, the good news is...."