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 WHEN I WAS A KID, I DID THE USUAL BALLET AND TAP
THEN, I JUST DIDN'T ANYMORE BECAUSE I WAS A TEENAGER SEE . . .

WHEN, I WAS IN MY TWENTIES MY BFF AND I SAW AN ANNOUCEMENT
AT THE UNIVERSITY LOOKING FOR DANCERS TO JOIN A GROUP
AND WE SAID TO EACH OTHER WHY NOT, HECK YES, LETS DO IT!

SO WE WENT TO THE MEET AND GREET, OH MY,
IT WAS INTIMIDATING, THESE GIRLS WERE BEAUTIFUL
AND DANCED LIKE BUTTERFLIES. I WAS NOT SO SURE ANYMORE
BUT, MY FRIEND WAS CONFIDENT WE WOULD BE ACCEPTED.

THEY DEMONSTRATED A SIMPLE ROUTINE FOR US TO USE . . .

AND MY TURN CAME TO AUDITION. OH, WHY WERE MY FEET STUCK?
WHY HAD ALL THOUGHTS LEFT MY HEAD? I KNOW I GOT MOST OF
THE MOVES WRONG, BUT I PUT MY EVERYTHING INTO IT
I SWUNG MY LONG RAVEN HAIR, SWIRLED MY HIPS AND FLASHED
MY LEGS AND CRASHED INTO A WALL . . .  NO ONE SPOKE
THE ROOM WAS SILENT. THANK YOU THEY SAID.

THEN, MY BBF HAD HER TURN, OKAY, I WAS BAD BUT SHE WAS
AWFUL, SHE LOOKED DERANGED, I DON'T THINK SHE GOT ONE
MOVE RIGHT AND EVEN I HAD TO HOLD BACK LAUGHING, LIKE
WAS SHE DOING THAT ON PURPOSE OR WHAT?

ANYWAYS, WE DIDN'T MAKE THE GROUP THAT DAY . . .
WE LEFT THERE FEELING LIKE TWO IDIOTS, FULL OF DISGRACE
AND WENT FOR A DRINK OR TWO, OR THREE . . . 
OKAY WE GOT DRUNK AND HAD A GOOD LAUGH AT OURSELVES.

TO THIS DAY WHEN WE GET TOGETHER WE RECALL THAT 
AUDITION AND LAUGH AT HOW WE LET OUR HAIR DOWN THAT 
DAY . . . SO THAT OUTRAGEOUS ATTEMPT, THOUGH SILLY AND
STUPID IS A FUN AND WONDERFUL MEMORY WE NOW SHARE.

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January 24, 2017


Poetry/Free Verse/ME AND MY FRIEND
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8686-19-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Letting Your Hair Down
sponsor, Frank Herrera

Third Place

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