I was invited to the Horror Filmfest!

How do you feel when you're frightened in a safe place? Exhilarated? Liberated? EXCITED?
This story is for you: All of the above, and best of all, it's REAL.
One of my best friends is heavily involved in the film and tv industry. He invited me to the Northeast Film Festival Horror Fest, where he was nominated for an award. Together with Dean and two of his other strongest supporters, we met up to (hopefully!) see him win.

There's Dean dancing because we're about to go to the screenings.

There's Dean responding to a phone call - take note, dancing still in full effect!

STILL dancing, he takes a call from his agent.
There's no stopping the Dean train!
Proper guy. 'Nuff respect.
Dean sorted me out with this pass to the festival:

Thanks brother: I had a blast!
His business card (on the front side):

First night of the Horror Filmfest: On to the screenings!

Some were shorts, some were features, all had merit.
I had, by pure fortune, met the director of the Festival outside the restroom. Asking about the film booth he very generously invited me inside!

The view from the screening room, and the terror directors:

Whoah! You're here posting for Steemit!?!

The first night of a Horror Film Festival: TREMENDOUS!
The second night: EVEN BETTER - check this out:

DEAN WON!!! Congrats brother!!!
Best Unproduced Script out of 5 contenders!

While Dean was enjoying the red carpet treatment, I was appreciating the beauty of one of the feature length stars at the festival.

Caroline joined all the other female leads for a group photo:

At the after party celebration, we all had a fantabulous night joking, talking about the festival, and enjoying the artistic energy.
Caroline's southern accent (not authentic, but would have fooled me!) could melt a man into a happy puddle.

I reminded Dean: I've got news for you bro: The other side of your business card needs an upgrade; from "Official Selection," to WINNER!