My annual hectic competitive dance showcase started this year as it always has, as a charged and passionate kickoff. That morning, I had been woken abruptly from my peacefully sound sleep by my deafening alarm clock. An obnoxious cry playing a song from the ‘Pitch Perfect’ soundtrack continued to sound until I was alert enough to lurch over and smash the stop button. I immediately made my bed and hopped into my warm-up outfit for the day. My mom had already been awake for some time and we we’re en route to the Milton Performing Arts Center, skipping my breakfast altogether, as this day had always rendered my appetite mute.
We arrived at our destination just shy of 10:30 am, the anticipated time of arrival, and I had been at the edge of my
We arrived at our destination just shy of 10:30 am, the anticipated time of arrival, and I had been at the edge of my