On a warm early September night, all seventeen of us girls on the Eisenhower Dance Team sat anticipating our first football game of the 2003 season. Though so many emotions were felt that night, excitement would overcome us all. Since the Dance Team the year before had been known for their amazing talent, we knew there would be expectations to live up to.
             Everyone met in the cafeteria, like we usually did for practices. Dressed in out black and purple skirts and shell uniforms, makeup on, and hair tied back; everyone was ready to go. Since near half of the team was made of new members, this whole experience was a first for most of us. Soon enough we were getting our selves together and heading off to the field. After carrying the benchers to the track, we began to dance sidelines. While dancing, for a straight half-hour, the stands had become packed to the complete maximum. It was a full house that night. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first Eisenhower home game of the 2003 season" was heard over the speakers. It was time for the game to begin. Soon after the players lined up on the field the kickoff took place. Even though the game was slightly boring, the first half seemed to go by quicker than expected. No one on the dance team was much of a football wiz, but it was clear that this was going to be a sweet victory. Just as fast as the first quarter had past, the second quarter was passing too. With five minutes left before half time, we went on the track to stretch and for on e last quick marking of the dance. While stretching on the track that night, all I could do was worry. What if I messed up? What if I blanked and forgot the dance? What if I slipped and fell? Thoughts all alike flooded my head. With one last touchdo
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