The blue sequins of our crop tops sparkled under the lights of the football field as we sashayed across the 50 yard line. The fans, tired of not getting to cheer for the game, cheered for us. Their enthusiasm for our half-time dance was addicting and made us all try a little harder. Then again, they could have just been cheering for the fourteen girls in crop tops, but either way, it was the motivation we needed to keep the smiles plastered on our faces and our jazz hands looking electrified. As we moved into the final formation, I made my way to the point of the triangle to get ready for the final pose. Prince’s immortal lyrics rang out “I just want your extra time and your… kiss.” Our fourteen heads snapped up blowing kisses to the crowd. We held the pose for just a moment before we danced our way off the field, leaving a few sequins and a football victory behind us.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Day 7 (#1): Kiss
The blue sequins of our crop tops sparkled under the lights of the football field as we sashayed across the 50 yard line. The fans, tired of not getting to cheer for the game, cheered for us. Their enthusiasm for our half-time dance was addicting and made us all try a little harder. Then again, they could have just been cheering for the fourteen girls in crop tops, but either way, it was the motivation we needed to keep the smiles plastered on our faces and our jazz hands looking electrified. As we moved into the final formation, I made my way to the point of the triangle to get ready for the final pose. Prince’s immortal lyrics rang out “I just want your extra time and your… kiss.” Our fourteen heads snapped up blowing kisses to the crowd. We held the pose for just a moment before we danced our way off the field, leaving a few sequins and a football victory behind us.
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