(Or storm, as Francesca would say!)
That first meet blew last season away. Surely there was nowhere to go but up.
Until the next meet, of course.
This competition was a tremendous invitational, the kind in which sessions run all day and night, the awards ceremony takes almost as long as the competition, and you come to memorize the placement of every mat and chair in the gym, every hokey announcement by the meet director. Beforehand, I had the tremendous fortune of losing my voice to a combination of bronchitis and extreme Rock Band singing. I tried writing notes at practice. Didn't hep.
The Level 4's turned in lackluster performances. Christina and Laurel were decent but didn't score high. Grace and Alejandra weren't as sharp as usual. Chloe, a nervous twig of a child, competed as though the wind might knock her off the beam at any moment.
The Level 5's, in the next session, were just as uninspired. Kelsey pulled together an 8.1 on bars, but I don't think anyone broke a 9.0 on the other events. Oddly, they all managed to win a bunch of awards.
And the next day, with my voice at new levels of scratchy, the 6's (Maya and Natalie) bombed bars and beam like there was no tomorrow. Maya earned an award for vault and Natalie finished with one of those "every child's a winner" medals.
I wish I had put on a leotard and competed for all of them.
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