The smell of hairspray, hair wax, and burning hair at 4:30 AM isn’t pleasant to most people but to me, it’s one of my favorite things to wake-up to. We had already made it through semi-finals and now we are in about to preform in finals. Only 8 teams make it to finals, and currently, we are in 7th. Smearing on foundation, patting on the blush, and bronzer, layering on the sparkly eyeshadow. Oh, and who could forget about the intensely bright red lipstick? We basically looked like clowns up close, but on stage it looked fantastic. We finished our hair, makeup, and have our uniforms on. We step in to the hall and we are all silent, all of us have our headphones in and are listening to the music. It’s time. I can’t explain the feeling I had walking to the venue.
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As we get to the venue, we headed to the practice room, there are 3 other teams in there all just as focused as us, all shooting for one goal. We step out on the marley flooring we get to dancing. 5 minutes on the flooring. 5 minutes to get used to turning, jumping, and doing whatever else we do. The buzzer went off and we were forced to leave the practice floor. We head back stage. We started praying and having our moments. Holding each others hands. The hands of my 15 best-friends. We do our pre-performance rituals, one of them, we call it “going to church” because our coach preaches to us making us laugh and finally relaxing us. As we finish up with our coaches, they are forced to go in to the audience, and we are pushed in to the stage door. We set in first formation. The team before us exited the floor. My captain yelled out “5 6 7 8!” we all stomped with our right foot and we marched on to
As we get to the venue, we headed to the practice room, there are 3 other teams in there all just as focused as us, all shooting for one goal. We step out on the marley flooring we get to dancing. 5 minutes on the flooring. 5 minutes to get used to turning, jumping, and doing whatever else we do. The buzzer went off and we were forced to leave the practice floor. We head back stage. We started praying and having our moments. Holding each others hands. The hands of my 15 best-friends. We do our pre-performance rituals, one of them, we call it “going to church” because our coach preaches to us making us laugh and finally relaxing us. As we finish up with our coaches, they are forced to go in to the audience, and we are pushed in to the stage door. We set in first formation. The team before us exited the floor. My captain yelled out “5 6 7 8!” we all stomped with our right foot and we marched on to