Passion on the sideline was rough, lovely, and worth it. Sometimes at least. Ke'Ann Harding was used to being in the spotlight as a professional football player. But recently his face has been all over the media for the wrong reasons. His infidelity...
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New Orleans, Louisiana 36 days after incident
Winnie nervously paced back and forth. Today was the day. The competition that she was not mentally nor physically prepared for. She had worked her students hard for the last few days. Long hours in her garage. Hundreds of dollars spent on fast food. Twelve bodies hurting from dancing so hard. Music constantly being started then paused and repeated. Apologizes given to parents for tiring their children out. But it was all important for this very moment given to them. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity though and Winnie wanted her students to be perfect.
As perfect as they could be.
She really just wanted her students to have this opportunity that she struggled to get. Her career choice was not taken seriously by a lot of people. She wanted to be a choreographer, tour with music artists, have her own studio, and more. She settled with being a dance teacher and was laid off six months in. Only to have a dance team through a center that had the chance to get a full ride to a prestigious dance school. Other competitions weren't nothing compared to this. Trophies, real or fake, didn't hold music weight to a scholarship.
She wanted her kids to have that.
When the lights cut off, Winnie's pacing stopped. She stood still, hardly, and stared out onto the stage area. It was her team turn to dance. Solo performances had already happened and both her girls, Bea and Olivia, killed it. That was Winnie's opinion though. She wasn't sure how the judges felt about it. Their faces were straight the entirety of Bea ballet performance and Olivia's hip-hop performance. It was the same for other teams as well but Winnie seemed to be the only one that was stressing over it.
It didn't help that her pregnancy was becoming a strain on her as well. The pain she felt in certain areas had her needing to pause and recollect her life choices. But she managed to keep it going. A little pain wasn't going to stop her.
The song mix Winnie made began playing and her attention was back. The lights came on and her students stood on the stage in their positions. They began dancing, their moves going with the beat and words. Splitting apart and dancing against each other. Flips, handstands, and twirls. Swift and clean moves throughout. Everything she's been fussing for them to get right was done correctly. The mid-air catch was successful and even had the judges eyes widen and eyebrows raise.
They began writing on the paper in front of them. Winnie taking that as a good sign. A pleased judged meant her team was doing good. Phenomenal in her eyes. They utilized the entire stage, their transitions weren't sloppy like in practice. They gave face and attitude, something they were always good at and what Winnie loved. They conveyed the music into their moves that had the audience keeping their eye on them the entire time. That's what the judges were doing. They only looked away to write, and Winnie prayed that what they were writing was positive.
