LAST GIRL DANCING reworked synopsis is nearly, nearly, nearly finished.
I feel like the guy in STAR WARS doing my run down the Death Star’s canyon, getting closer to the vent with my neat little bomb that will win the battle and save the good guys, muttering "Al…most … there. Al…most … there."
Scene did not end well for that guy. Hoping like hell in this last crucial bit, Darth Vader and his minions don’t appear as if from nowhere to blast me into smithereens.