It's Christmas break and I was bored, so what do I do? I was thinking about practicing for dance, but then, what if I just wrote about dance. So this is a story I wrote inspired by my last dance competition, I am focusing on orginazation.
I walk right onto the stage. Lights flickering, piercing your eyes as you look up. You grasp your poms tightly before the music starts. Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the intro starts. Hitting your moves on spot with everyone else, you all look perfect. The music stops and you hold your last position. Your team cheers off behind the curtain and out of sight from the audience. All of your team mates head back into your practice room.
You can talk about how well you did, or bad, now. Your coach congratulates everyone. You head back to the auditorium to accept the awards. The announcer speaks softly into the microphone so you can barely hear him. Someone on your teams recognizes some of the words he’s saying and that your division is about to be called. Eighth place, not you. Seventh place, not you. It goes on until third place. Third place, not you. Your team gets excited. Second place, Main Street Dance, that’s you! Second place. Macayla, a high school assistant coach, told you that you should expect to get about fourth or fifth place because there were some other teams that were easily a lot better than you in previous years. Our team walks back onto the stage to accept their trophy. It’s gold and shiny, just like all the others, only bigger. A different announcer called out the first place team, Secondary Dance Academy. Though don’t let the word secondary fool you. It just means that they are younger. Yep we lost to some little girls that are about two thirds our ages. We got over it and laughed it off and after a while. We let the fact that we just got second place excite us.
The emotions are running through us like the blood in my veins just before we went on. There is still some more time that we have to be there because we want to see the other teams in the other divisions. Once it’s all over, done and gone. We get back onto our bus, not a coach bus, not a tricked out fun bus, but just a little yellow school bus, though we’re all OK with that.
The ride home was the best part. We were all talking and yelling and hoping someone was able to hear how happy we were. We stop back at our school. All the parents are shouting at us that we did a great job, and we know that. Though, it did get a little loud. Once we got to school, I, me of all people, was the one chosen to put the trophy in the trophy case.
Everyone settled down to find their parents. I found my dad and he drove me home where my mom is waiting with open arms, my dad texted her saying that I got second place. Great, a spastic mom and an over exaggerating dad, fun. I was über tired, so I just went up straight to bed. Rest might just be the best thing for me right now.
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