Dance and Signs

Dance was the only thing getting me through. I worked my a*s off for the next few weeks, getting the routines down and traveling to our first meet in Texas. The hardest part of the meet was not having my dad cheering me on in the stands.

He had always been so supportive of anything I did. He would practice cheer routines and perform them in the stands while he watched me proudly. He loved football, but he always made the games just for me. On dance competitions, he made sure to take the two full days off, even if he had important meetings, and would cheer me on in everything.

Another thing that sucked was the nerves that I would get before a meet. I guess with my dad being absent, my anxiety had kicked up and I found myself vomiting right before the meet.

Even in practice, I would be good one second and then all of a sudden I felt my whole body begin trying to dispel any single parcel of food I had tried to digest. Des