Try walking into a room of 18 Barbies. That was my first thought as I became a momentary Mavs Dancer.
Talk about intimidating.
I was there because of a sweet little dream, really. When I moved from small-town Kansas to Dallas in 2009, I attended my first NBA game and dreamed of joining the Mavs Dancers someday. In fact, I probably dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl.
Now, it's been 11 years since I've mimicked anything similar to a cheerleading move. But the Mavs Dancers made room for me as their honorary squad member for the preseason opener.
I just turned 30, you see, and being a Mavs Dancer for a night was on my bucket list.