Last weekend, I traveled to California with my husband and his two high school show choirs, to attend a show choir competition. I am the groups’ choreographer, so I’ve been working with them throughout the school year, teaching them dances.
The mixed group went first, going up against three other schools, and then our girls group went, up against two other schools. After the performances, Daniel and I were pretty sure we had taken at least second place, if not first, in both categories, but we thought it would be a close call between the top two (which was the same school competing against us in both categories). This is also the same school we’ve competed against in the past, at the last high school that Daniel taught at, and we have both won and lost against each other at different times.
“I like the way you move, folks, very nice, very disciplined choreography, good energy about it.”
“This looks beautiful, very nice. Nice visuals. And nice contrast from some of the other songs. Again, the entertainment continues.”
“Yeah, I like this. Really nice visuals. Well conceived choreography. Really like what you guys have done with your set, choreographically.”
“Got a really nice sharpness in your choregraphy.”
“It’s building a lot of energy, it’s got a really good feel to it. So these moves you’re doing, throughout this song, they look great.”
The announcement of our mixed group’s first place win was the very end of the competition, so we just gathered outside as a group and celebrated. We got two shiny new trophies to bring home to the school, too!