It’s February, so you know what that means! Well, you probably don’t, but I’ll tell you! It’s competition season! After 4 years of this routine, I’ll tell you, it doesn’t get easier. Let me break it down.
It’s a Saturday morning after riding a 4 hour bus ride on Friday afternoon to some Midwest wonderland. At the crack of dawn, the hotel fire alarm goes off! What a fantastic wake up call. Just kidding. That did happen once, though. Anyways, you wake up at about 6:30 and go eat those amazing hotel complimentary breakfasts. Always the best part. Then after breakfast you start your hair and makeup at 7. Two and a half hours go by while frantically putting fake eyelashes on your face and burning your hand with a curling wand. Time to get on the bus!
After the bus ride, you arrive at the competition school and that little burst of butterflies starts to kick in. There’s so many people! Just like me! Who do the same thing as me! It’s seriously a great feeling. Watching other groups is one of my favorite things to do because you compare your own show, costumes, and songs to someone else and get to see how different every group is. It’s really amazing.
Of course, you have to have the free time to explore the school, eat, and mess around a little bit. This time I think is definitely the best. You get to walk around and take a good look at the school and discover things. Whether that be that a school you go to is a literal Dick Van Dyke shrine or that another school’s mascot is a purple, large, muscle-y rooster. Yes, it was terrifying.
Performance time! This part is self explanatory. Get up on that stage, dance and sing your brains out, get dehydrated and so tired that you feel like you’re going to pass out at any moment, and take the bows! After the performance there’s typically always a critique to either praise you for your hard work or tell you that your performance was absolutely horrid. There’s no in between. Awards come next. If I could compare awards to anything, it would be a high school mixer but where people AREN’T self conscious or think they’re too cool to dance. It gets pretty crazy.
WOOHOO! You made finals! Have fun re-curling your hair in 30 minutes just to turn around and mess it up again! Final awards are the most nerve wrecking thing ever. Will that school beat you? Did you beat their ass? You’ll see!
It’s time to go home now after a 15 hour day. Time for a nice, long, bus ride back home and to get back to school at 3 in the morning, feeling absolutely dead inside. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Show choir is great. I’m glad I get to experience something like this.
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