schrizophrenic
2008-05-17 11:02 p.m.
soooo, today was judgement day.
and i coughed and sniffled my way through it. take that, you stupid doctor who said i'd get better by saturday for sure.
i delivered the choreo that i had come up with in 1 day, learnt by my less-than-agile partner in 2 days, and which had been practiced for less than 10 times, to critical eyes.
'half decent.'
'you're overshadowing yuzhu. by a lot.'
this was said in xen. should have been warning enough already.
and then, at the competition venue itself.
when we entered it was pulse-hip-hop-knockout-2006 all over again. the same overwhelming number of shaking rockin' street hip hop groups (making me feel very, very glad i wasnt competing in hip hop), the same prodigious young kids and even suave ballroom dancers in glittery shiny costumes looking all confident - no doubt with an entire school and centuries of practice behind them - who were the ones making my insides squirm instead, because i was competing in the same category was them.
we were supposed to go in after 2 aspiring young kids who had their parents/coach fussing over them, reminding them of last minute changes, smoothing their lacy shimmery costume, giving them tips and advice.
both of us, sitting by the side all alone knowing our entire choreo had been rushed out and barely practiced in 3 days, just watched with increaingly pale complexions.
then they went in and came out with smiles and it was our turn.
i was worried that i wouldnt be allowed to dance barefoot, so i asked someone about it beforehand.
'welllllll you can if you want to, but i have to warn you the floor's parquet.'
'er. so?'
'its PARQUET!'
'yea...'
'urm. well just so you know! if you think you can handle it.'
if he had said the floor's gravel or broken glass or sharp pointy stones it would have made more sense, but parquet? all the more reason not to wear shoes, its so slippery!
and so we went in.
we didnt screw up.
we just did what we did during the few practices we had.
which basically would be me pushing myself to the limit trying to move as fast and big and accurately as possible whilst coughing and sniffling (though i desperately tried to suppress that during the actual thing. tried.) and my partner just...doing what she does.
then we had the judges' comments.
'i think you should have gone solo.'
'you're good but you shouldnt have made it a partnerwork.'
'the difference in your standards is just too great.'
'we cant exactly judge like this *covers one eye* can we?'
which basically means, we're screwed.
any chances of making it to the finals just fleeew out the window.
my 3 days hard work, down the drain.
oh well the lesson has been learnt.
i will just stick with my beloved buffa in future.
only then can we KICK ASS, yea?
not that i see any upcoming competitions in the near (or distant) future.
oh well.
taa.
