Cheetah Narrative

No one seemed to notice my whole body shaking like an earthquake. It was 4:30pm, the group before me had just gone, and there were butterflies in my stomach. They were fluttering all around and I couldn't seem to get them out. With all of the girls nervously in one room waiting to tryout, I could feel the tension in the air. Knowing only 12 of the girls can make the team it made the experience more nerve wracking. My hands were shaky and sweaty. I needed to fast forward time and see what was going to happen. Faster than a cheetah, my heart was racing waiting for my turn. I repeated the routines multiple times trying to cement them in my head. The last thing I was going to do was forget everything when I get out there. It was time. Inside …show more content…
I waited for what felt like forever, but was probably only 30 seconds, until the music started blaring loudly. I felt the judges eyes beating on me like an owl, noticing every move I made. Thinking the whole time about hitting my next move sharply I got through the routine. I tried my best to keep calm and smile during the performance. My group presented the school song with no mistakes and I started getting more comfortable in front of the judges. The question “Am I going to make it?” was the only thing running through my head the whole time I was trying …show more content…
Happy and feeling like weights just lifted off my shoulders, I walked off the court and back into the room. I told the next group with frightened looks on their faces that it was their turn to go. I was glad that I got that part over with but waiting for results might be even worse. I kept thinking of what would happen if I made the team and how happy I would be. I could get all of the cute clothes that the cheerleaders wear and the fact that I really like cheering. On the other hand there was also a chance that I would be one of the girls who doesn't make the