Okay, fine. Maybe my ulti­mate dream isn’t being a Lady Gaga imper­son­ator on Amer­i­can Idol. Call it my penul­ti­mate dream. And still. It is a dream with such per­fec­tion in its pseudo-aspirations to make it some­thing that I can hardly deny from happening.

I left my heart on the dance floor.

Plus, I get to meet Ellen Degeneres.