Our second competition, Masquerade, went well. We were put in the recreational category as not to compete with Broadway’s Best. We ended up competing against the Ladies in the adult recreational category, a.k.a. “parents”, which is how they introduced our group. It was pretty comical at the time, maybe there are 5 parents in our class of almost 30. What made it even better was the judge’s comment at the beginning of our feedback recording. He said, and I quote, “You can be my mommas.” (Think large man, overly flamboyant voice). We ended up winning two platinums and got little plastic medallions a la Mardi Gras colors for souvenirs. I wrapped them, and my gold bracelets from the first competition, around my 9 year trophy and put it on full display in my house. I was glad to get a trophy this year. All the awards are trophies now, as opposed to having things like plaques, medallions, etc.
Recitals were fun. We were in all nine of them, three on 5/11, three on 5/17 and three on 5/18. The days pretty much consisted of warming up, waiting, going on stage, waiting, intermission, waiting, going on stage again, waiting for not as long, going on stage for the finale, waiting for 90 minutes for the next show to start, repeat. They were at Osseo High School, the same place they used to be at. It was very nostalgic. I admit after the first Sunday I was kind of emotional. What can I say, it just brought me back. It’s funny how certain things can mentally bring you back to a place in time or an emotion you felt. Memories that were otherwise forgotten pop back in your head.
On the Monday after the first recital I was spent. Waiting takes a lot out of a person. I think I would rather be in 4 or 5 dances instead of two. At least time goes by quickly. And I’d stay warmed up. Re-stretching is way harder than the initial stretch. Besides, I’m such a stage whore. I love being out there. Anyway, I planned on taking the following Monday off work, seeing I would be doubling my performances and I was such a wreck the week before.
The next weekend went all right. At the last performance on Saturday I had some friends and family there (Nick (against his will), Sarah, Michelle, Kristy, Renee, Blog Reader Kristen, my dad, my mom, Randy, Lani, Pat and Denel). There was an extra ticket, so I snuck in during the extremely long wait between my two dances and watched the show live. That was exciting. It’s completely different than watching on a 20″ tube TV with a bunch of little kids singing along to Miley Cyrus’s “See You Again.”
The next day didn’t go so well. The foot issues (see Mass Update, non dance, post) that I was previously having with my right foot started appearing in the left foot, which is my turning foot. No good. Grand pirouettes, I fell once. Triple during the finale, ended up being a single-and-a-half. It made me weep :cry: … it was just upsetting to end the year so crappy. And it made me feel old. It was so bad that I went and paid another $35 for a DVD of Saturday’s performance where I did good. I’m sure glad the people I knew were there on Saturday. Oh well, there’s always next year!!