In the middle of Day 2 of competition and I am already exhausted. Long days, late nights, no time to eat or drink or breathe or have potty breaks. … I wish I was kidding. Lol
I’m sitting side stage and my eyes are heavy. How …I’m going to make it until 10:00pm is beyond me.
I’m so happy that my dancers are doing amazing but I would kill for a massage , coffee , a decent meal and a pillow. Lol
I’ve been teaching for over 20 years. These types of weekends never phased me. I could wiz past these weekends without an issue. Now…. Being over 40… Putting in a 17 hour day… Three days in a row… Is a friggin killer.
I also loved the kill of competition. Now… It doesn’t really matter. I don’t want my dances & dancers to look bad. But… I could give a rats ass if they get a huge plastic trophy. If they look good, they feel good, it makes the audience feel good… That’s all I care about.
I’m tired… Someone save me. Lol