So it's that time again...Pageant week. I am the choreographer for the Miss Georgia Competition. 53 contestants, whittled down to one lady chosen to represent our state in the Miss America Competiton. And I have to teach them everything, from how to walk to how to stand to how to step-touch in a production number. In three and a half days. Not an easy task. As you can imagine, there are those that think they are 'the one' and walk around with an air of diva. There are the ones who could care less about being Miss Georgia, much less about Miss America. There is catty-ness, back stabbing, and all around bitching...and that's just from the male dancers. Including myself, there are six. Two of them are fresh out of high school, and are eager little beavers, willing to take direction and do as I ask. But a couple of them have gotten on my last nerve. Do these guys not realize that I can make life as a dancer difficult for them? I love the look on their faces when they try to grovel to get back into my good graces. After the first preliminary competition tonight, two different people approached us and asked if we would be available to perform for some other events. I oh-so-politely told them we would be more than happy, as long as I got to choose which of the dancers would be asked to perform. Shoot yourself in the foot, you won't dance anymore. Simple as that. Keep it up and they may not be dancing for the televised finals on Saturday. I love having power like that.
Now, I have some ladies I need to teach to walk in heels...
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