Even as a pre-teen, I knew, when I watched music videos, that they were edited. Snipped and spliced so that the band members dancing only ever looked uberkewl.
All the inbetween parts, where they looked like idiots, where the sweat drop fell off the end of their noise, or the wardrobe malfunctioned, ended up on the cutting room floor.
Now, whenever I dance, I think: "Damn! I wish there was somebody who could edit me!"
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