Jitters
"Don't get your hopes up." "Not everyone can win." "It's great that you tried." My first year at college, I knew what I wanted to be. A Vikadette. That was the name of the drill team at Ricks College where I attended. I'd seen them perform when I was a Stingerette on our high school squad. I loved the way they looked in their sequined costumes. They all had big hair and oodles of maturity. They were fabulous. When I told my roomates I was trying out, they gave me funny looks. 'Really?' 'Oh, yes.' Okay, they shrugged. We didn't know each other well enough yet for them to care. What their doubt was trying to tell me is that in the years since I'd seen the college team, things had gone a bit downhill. They were sort of the laughing stock of the college. But, off I went to the audition. I learned the required routine and performed it fairly flawlessly. When the names were read, mine wasn't among them...