| YOU KNOW YOU'RE A TROYETTE IF... Dance is life and the rest is just spare time. Every day includes bandaids, sweat, determination, and guts. You hear Shawna's voice even when you're not at practice. You pull out the cars and use the garage to practice fouettes. You sit in a straddle when you are watching TV. You are in a constant state of soreness. You know what it means when someone tell you to "sell" a routine. You can't concentrate in class because your routines keep running through your mind. You have more old jazz shoes than you know what to do with. People mistake you for a rubber band. Your "theme" color is whatever color the pom uniform is that year. Your body cracks loud enough to stop class, but you don't hear it. Pirouette and chaine are two main words in your vocabulary. Your feet always have a few blisters on them. You point your toes...even during situps. You dance down the hallway...instead of walk. You could hum every song in the warm-up routine. You have intimate knowledge of just how dirty the commons floor really is. You can't go to sleep until you've visualized each of your routines at least once. You know that the basketballs players have an inherent need to bounce their basketballs everytime they walk through the commons during practice. You bounce through mini motions of your routines while waiting in line. You firmly believe that the best part of any game is half-time. During competition season, everybody thinks you have permanent PMS. You do split leaps in parking lots and when crossing streets. You can't remember when you got home from school before 6:00 pm. You have a multitude of bras that "work" with each uniform. You perform calmly before crowds of thousands, yet suffer major anxiety during tests. You are well coordinated at practice, but trip when walking.:) Getting to wear a new uniform for the first time makes your whole day. Every hard floor and large space is a place to dance. You walk "toe-heel" unconciously. You use every handrail you see for practicing fouettes. You actually sit up straight in your chair at school. You know how to "cheat" your way through every routine so you can actually make it through. You hear music, and you need to dance. You'll remember how to make "Hershey Kisses" roses til your 90 years old. A standard hair style is "low bun, side part". When you drop something...you bend straight from the waist to pick it up...getting a nice stretch out of it! The top shelf (or the floor) in you closet is stuffed with miscllaneous "dance debris". You know how to do each routine "barbie style" Your friends ask your to "oversplit"...just for fun. You and your teammates have a vocabulary that only you understand. Your hands feel empty without poms in them. Nobody wants to be around you and your fellow dancers when you're together because all you do is talk about dance. You have an entire drawer devoted to your dance stuff. You have washboard abs from those 100 sit-ups before each practice. Every other song that you hear you say, "I did a dance to that". Center Stage was one of the best movies ever! You have stars all over your bedroom. You have bigger muscles than some of the boys in school. You rarely count past 8. You know how to apply false eyelashes and liquid eye liner like a pro. Your "normal" clothes don't seem "sparkly" enough sometimes.. Your parents, siblings, boyfriend and friends know to leave you alone if you've had a bad practice. and last but not least You consider the day wasted if you have not danced at least once! "Thousands of emotions well up inside me through out the day. They are released when I dance". |