On Saturday, people started getting their e-mail notifications with time slots for Tribal Fest 14. I am cautiously optimistic about my chances of getting one as well — I know not everyone gets to perform, but I am taking a lot of workshops, left myself plenty of open time in the weekend when the performances are, included all of the necessary information on my application, printed clearly, and added a cute story to my application and a tree illustration on the envelope. Plus I demonstrated that I had a clear concept that I wanted to bring to the stage that I felt went well with this year’s theme. So I do think I’m a shoe-in, but I know I also have a lot of competition.
Anyway, because I am so excited about the possibility of dancing at such an awesome event, I’ve been pretty obsessive about checking my e-mail, and every time I see a new message in my dance in-box, I get really excited thinking that it’s my time slot! Obviously I’m disappointed when it turns out to be a spam comment that I need to delete from the blog. I’m pretty sure that when that e-mail does arrive, I am going to squee and possibly hyperventilate and maybe fall out of my chair.
It’ll be here any moment now… right?