We wake up to the sudden jolt of the bus. We all scream and yelp and quickly get ourselves up and back to our seats. I'm the last one to get ready. Skincare. No makeup, because of the competition, and medicine that doesn't help. We put on our puffy jackets as we near the high school. There are more kids and adults than last time.
The sound is deafening, but I grab the black and white zigzag bag with the solo costumes and wave to all the people. When we get in, we see two crew members carry the big coffin, and when they enter the highschool, we help carry it to the storage place for the props.
I'm really glad I don't have a solo, because I'm taking this ultimatum really seriously. I know this dance by the back of my hand. Walk on, very overdramatic scream, lay down. Keep the leg turned out, keep it in coupé, or else she'll yell at me for that. Get over, over further, over further, without falling off though. Make sure that the leg is straight, turn out the bottom foot, make sure the penché is the same as when I turn attitudes, so then it stays there. Bend your leg, arch up so that it looks really cool. Turn straight up and not at a diagonal.
"Lilly, stop worrying. You know this dance," Sarah whispers to me as I start to apply contour to my face.
You're going to make a mistake in the group dance, Lilliana. You're a horrible dancer. You're going to mess up big and screw up the whole dance, Lilliana.
"How are the soloists feeling today you ready to bring it?" Mom asks GiaNina, Sarah, and Savannah.
"Yes," they all respond back in unison.
"I don't even know what's happening today, as far as Gia's solo?" Ms. Joanne reports.
"What do you mean?" Mom asks.
"She is not gonna go out there and play that character, and I will have that conversation with Abby when she gets here," Ms. Joanne says.
Ms. Ann comments, "I just hope she doesn't give you an ultimatum."
Ms. Abby soon wheels in, announcing, "Hello, everybody."
We all smile and greet her, and the coffin finally gets to our space.
"Oh my gosh," my mom comments as they lower the coffin down to the carpet floor.
The soloists step on as Ms. Abby announces, "Sarah, you need your wig on, and I have it. But you need to work on the smile. Did you look up pictures of Mary Lou Retton?"
"I did," Sarah responds, giving a small smile.
"You did? Look at each judge, all right?" Ms. Abby says, smiling big and putting a hand up in the air like a gymnast.
"When they see the wig and they see the costume, they're gonna get it. There you go. Gold medal winner," Ms. Abby comments as she hands Sarah a red, white, and blue leotard and a brown short wig with frosted tips.
As the moms are complimenting Ms. Michelle's costume work, Ms. Abby works on Savannah's solo.
"Savannah, you're this famous person who loves the spotlight. You have to act like you don't know why people love you, but at the same time, you have to act like you're the best person ever. Here is your costume," Ms. Abby explains, handing Savannah a blue leotard with a piece of fabric on the left hip, and some rhinestones on the chest area, along with a big rhinestone leaf headpiece.
"Snooki, here, chew gum like a Jersey girl. Let me see," Ms. Abby orders, handing Gia a piece of gum.
GiaNina's already in her costume. A leopard print dress with spaghetti straps, hoop earrings, the highest ponytail ever, and the heaviest makeup I've ever seen. She chuckles and looks at her mom before popping the piece of gum in her mouth and blowing a big bubble. Ms. Abby gets her own piece of gum and does the same.
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