Wooden+Suitcases+and+Tap+Shoes

"Number 314 Kansas City!" I looked wide eyed at my 7 year old friends and then at Allison, Whitney, and Raina. I remembered all their advice as my foot left the wing. I was hoping I would just make it through the dance, all my thoughts of winning a diamond award vanished like a breath. //Make eye contact with the judges, use big faces, point your toes, stay on the balls of your feet, don't mess with your hair. Oh, and don't fall off the wooden suitcase when you tap on it.// I knew I had about three seconds to get on stage, so I plastered a big, toothy smile on my my face, which, by the way, was caked with shades of purple eyeshadow, thick black eye liner, hot pink blush, and raspberry red lipstick. My dark hair was pulled back in a low, thick ponytail, and straightened to a rod. When the spotlight hit me, I shimmered from the diamond rhinestone pattern covering my whole red, polka dot halter dress. I made sure to mouth my vowels "A, E, I, O, U" to get my biggest faces possible! I picked a judge and went all out, mouthing words to them and using insane attitude. Soon, the song was over and we strutted off stage. //Clip, clop, clip, clop!// I was so excited to tell Allison about my accomplishment! I walked carefully over to her in my black leather tap shoes, and told her all about my first competition dance. She looked at me with a sideways grin when I told her about the judge I connected with. It was really the photographer! At least I had really cute pictures.

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