Today was the taping of the Tyra Banks show, with my sisters and one other friend. Friend ran a little late, so we ended up being on standby and not knowing whether or not we'd actually have a seat in the show. Getting in and finding out our seats were right in the front was a great relief. Meanwhile, the warm up guy is going around, asking people where they're from, doing the usual schtick to keep the audience awake. He started doing dance battles- one guy, one girl, one specific dance. I raised my hand each time, and I saw him see me, but he didn't pick me for the first two, which were "old school" and "disco". Then he said, now! This one is for the prize! This is the big battle! And he picked me! So I go up while he picks a guy. And what do you suppose the dance was? THE SOULJA BOY DANCE. Yes, my time had come! The song came on, and I did my stuff! The guy sort of knew the dance, but I knew the whole thing, so the crowd of mostly females went wild! The pre-show host declared me the winner, held my arm up in victory, and told me that I won the prize! He gave me my prize at the end of the taping- a bag of nail polish, with one Baby Phat lip gloss and a scarf from one of Beyonce's clothing lines. It was only yesterday I dreamed I was doing Soulja Boy in front of a large crowd of people, and today, I did it! And won a prize! Clearly, I have the power to make my dreams come true. If only my dreams weren't so strange. Although maybe it's the specific, oddball nature of my dreams that allows them to come true. I don't know if there's room in the universe for all the people who want to win the lottery, but how many people want to be Soulja Boy champions?