May 18, 2003 - 2:52 p.m.
Competition was yesturday, and both of my dances won 1st overall. Normally, I would have been estatic, but it's gotten to the point that I don't really care. I don't go to competition to win anymore. I go there to dance, and that makes all the difference.
It feels really good dancing. It feels even better to know that I'm good at it.
My teacher, Tracy, complimented me yesturday on my performance in Shout. I was given a special part at the begining of the year, and yesturday my partner, Lauren, wasn't there. So Tracy recruited Amy to do Lauren's parts. Amy's a lot younger than me, but practically a tap prodigy. Still, I had my doubt on how she would do acting instead of dancing.
"You and Amy looked great up there. I don't know what it was, but you two were so cute."
"We were both really scared," I told her. "Amy had never done this before, and because Lauren had done it so many times I didn't really have to worry about anything. This time, I sort of had to lead."
"I saw that. You've been holding back all year, just sort of following Lauren's lead. You two look good together, but your style are slightly different. You and Amy clicked, and it looked like you were working off of each other."
After Shout, I went to the mall with my mother before Boot Dance. Mom had won quite a bit gambling, so we went on a spree. I got three skirts, two pairs of shorts, four shirts, and a bra from Victoria's Secret. The bra is really comfy, let me say.
Practically all of the other clothes were from Hollister. I never imagned myself shopping there, but their skirts were to awesome to pass up. Some girls have obsessions with shoes or purses, but for me, it's skirts. I love them. So sue me, I have a skirt fetish.
Then we came back to do Boot Dance, which looked better than it ever has.
I went home before awards, I wanted to come back home. And re-try on my new clothes.
