As the thunderous crowd applauses and cheers with excitement from the jam-packed stadium, the energized but anxious cheerleaders wait behind the dark heavy curtain separating them from the solid blue mats waiting to be cheered upon. On the opposite side of the arena there is a panel of stern and malicious judges placed high like gods on a stage to oversee and analyze every part of the cheer routine which later determines who is the best at nationals. As the day progresses the cheer teams become more worriedly as the fierce competition becomes increasing more competitive and their routines are at higher levels than compared to the performances from earlier in the day. Even more so their thoughts become too overwhelming at the thought that they would be being critiqued by the most judgmental and unsympathetic judges that anyone has ever faced before in their cheer leading careers.
The colorful arrangement of glittery bright uniforms scatters in different directions waiting to be sprayed with hairspray so that each strand of hair is perfectly placed. Each cheerleader looking like a genetic copy of one another, try and seek that perfect shade of red lipstick, so that it accents the vivid shades of blue eye shadow cascading over their eye lids. From the sides of the stage all you can see is the coaches eagerly watching over their girls trying to do a head count to make sure every individual was present and making sure that each person was perfectly organized from head to toe.
Once everyone was perfectly arranged and accounted, they would now have to wait restlessly as they watch their competitors perform extreme and chaotic routines that would turn those stern looks that appeared on the judges into smirks and as they critiqued the performance which would be hard find faults in the routine. As the judges expressions where turning into smirks, as the crowd getting out of their sits applauding the amazing performance, the other...