Back in the high school varsity days, to say that our meets were slimly attended would be an understatement. At home meets, curious friends and bystanders might walk in. At away meets, my parents were our spectators. My parents are small people and don't make much noise.
So at this particular competition, as we and the other team finished warm-ups and the judges still hadn't arrived, it's safe to say that the crowd wasn't antsy.
If there was anything our team excelled at, it was entertaining ourselves. We took the free time to perform our team dance, which we may or may not have spent more time working on than our routines.
We rocked out to Christina Aguilera, did a little tumbling, and ended with our signature move: a row of spotted back tucks. We stood in a line, arms around each other's backs, and every other person did a back tuck, rolling over the arms of the people on each side. Simple, but never failed to look cool. Then we applauded ourselves wildly.
After a moment, the other team walked over.
What was about to happen? A retaliation dance? A spat culminating in "it's not called gym-NICE-tics"?
"That was so cool," they said. "Can you teach us how to do that?"
When they put it like that, how could we say no?
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