Tryouts are Monday, November 19th, 2007.
You are in Group C.
Your time slot will be 7:45pm.
I’m freaking out like it’s a first date…and I’m 12. Heart-pounding nerves, excitement, self-doubt and a healthy dose of giddy pride. I made it this far! I prepped and primped. Sure I’d like more time to work my moves. Sure I realize I'm up against more experienced girls. Sure I’d like to be in AH’s group…if only to cheer her on. (I’m actually happy I don’t have to compete against my training partner.) But it’s do or be dateless to the winterball time.
Okay, that was a lame metaphor.
Bring it!
I hope I don’t throw up.
2 comments:
Hey, I'm in the same tryout slot as you! Don't worry, I suck, and I'm just going to prove to myself that public humiliation ain't that big a deal. If you need someone to puke with beforehand, I imagine I'll be a wreck as well.
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