Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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...when you're going against the best, you kinda have to accept that.
Even after everything that happened the last game, my parents (mores so my mother in particular) thought that it was best that they come into town again to see me perform.
I had yet to tell them that I wasn't leading stands this week, mostly because I was afraid they were going to use this as an 'I told you so' opportunity on how it demonstrates how dancing was not a concrete career. This week had went by extremely quick, and I was glad because game days were always my favorite days. Despite that it was indeed game day, my day was not spent preparing for the game, but instead rushing to three out of my four classes. I had an eight o'clock, followed by a nine o'clock, followed by a ten thirty, and then lastly, one final class at noon.
I was on my way to my noon class now which was a pretty generic dance class where we went over technique and did a little bit of book work as well. For some reason, this was the only class that I had twice--I had it on Thursday as well, so it wasn't anything new.
I've been dancing for a while now, so a lot of the stuff that was being 'taught' seemed more like revision to me.
I had managed to find a cool girl to sit around--her name was Georgette and weirdly enough, she was a sophomore. She had transferred from Alabama State University this year and due to her late applying she was thrown into a lot of freshmen classes. It was weird how alike we were--both from Alabama, both dance majors, both dancing at the moment. It was almost as if we were twins and stuff and if we didn't differ so much in appearance I'm sure most people would confuse us as twins.
We moved towards the back of the room where the 'veterans' were placed while Mrs. Geneva (yes, that was her last name and I thought it was beautiful) worked on some techniques with the newer students up front. I always wondered why people decided to be dance majors spontaneously. There were a lot of people who admitted to never dancing before, but just 'loving the movements.' In my opinion, I thought it wasn't a smart move, but it wasn't my choice--it was theirs.
"So you're a Bisonette?" She questioned. We were leaned against the long mirror that stretched through out the classroom. The classroom was literally filled with mirrors and I thought it was the perfect location for a weird Sci-Fi/Horror movie.
"Yes ma'am. I know you're probably going to say 'lucky' or something like that, but it is hectic." I warned her. She giggled. "I can only imagine. I was a Stingette and the practices were nothing to mess with. I can only imagine how the Bisonette practices go." She told me. "You were a Stingette? Man, I was obsessed with them growing up. I swore up and down I was going to be one until I saw them go against the Bisonettes and then I wanted to be one ever since." I revealed. It was quite funny actually. My mother refused to take me to any Stingette games and when she finally allowed me to go with my aunt, I found myself paying attention to the Bisonettes more then my own team.
No matter how many times I've said it, this had been my goal since forever.
