In the spotlight.....or not

I don't generally think of myself as the kind of person who needs to be the center of attention. I'm not that person at the party telling all the funny jokes. I mean of course I want people to laugh at my jokes when I do tell one, but I don't need to be constantly telling them. I've spent a lot of time in the chorus, so to speak. And for the most part just being on stage at all is good enough, I don't need to always have the lead.

At least, that's what I thought.

Sometimes, though, I find myself in situations that makes me realize that there must still be a small part of me that is looking for my 15 minutes of fame.

Where to start? I was recently introduced to a group called Photowalking Utah And, as the name would imply, it's a bunch of people who get together with their cameras and go on photowalks and then share the pictures on flickr.

Rich Legg is one of the group's organizers and teachers. He also specializes in stock photography. So when he sent out a plea for extras I thought, what the hey. Sounds like it could be fun.

And really, that was my only motivation for going. Because it sounded like a fun way to spend a couple of hours.

But something happened once I was sitting there in that theater seat with the flashes popping. I suddenly found myself wanting to make sure I was in each picture. I found myself sitting a little taller in my seat or standing on my tiptoes to try and ensure I was in the shot. I started to wonder if I should've worn something different or done my hair different or worn more make up.

About half way through the shoot we moved to a smaller theater and Rich said that the people sitting in the back should sit up front this time. I was thinking "Oh good, here's my chance to really be seen in some of the pictures." But the gal on the end of the row we were on had 17 coats and 8 bags and who knows what else because she took FOREVER to get out of the way so by the time we got to the next theater over we were in the back again. And I was irritated. I mean like it really mattered. Seriously. When did I get to be such a Prima donna?

To top it off, I also kept looking around at the people who had brought their kids and thinking "I should've brought my kids. They're cuter."

Did I just admit to thinking that?????????

Rich has posted 1 picture from the shoot. And I feel a little like Mike Wazowski and his picture on the front of magazine. But really, it was a fun morning and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.