Garth Brooks is in Omaha, Nebraska right now. If you’re living anywhere near the entire state of Nebraska, there’s a good chance you’ve been touched by the madness or at least know someone who has. He’s doing something like 10 shows in 5 nights or something utterly insane like that and the people around where I live can’t seem to get enough.
I thought this would be the perfect time to dig into my personal writing archives and pull out my old, failed, script: College Musical which is a musical featuring genre-stretching parodies as it follows around a group of college students trying to catch a coke-snorting Dean of Admissions and out his corruption. In short: it’s ridiculous. However, one of the songs has been rattling around in my brain all week: Butterfaces.
In the scene featuring this parody of Garth’s legendary sing-along-song, Friends in Low Places, one of our characters is trying to come to grips with the fact that he has a crippling addiction to butterfaces. After he knocks down a few brews, suddenly his senses dissipate and he’s on the prowl.
Is he the hunter? Or is he being hunted? Is he a but-his-face? Is that even a thing for girls?
Just listen to the song.