Chorale State Competition

All of us scurry on stage Heels and teeth chattering The judge fills out her page Our dresses are less than flattering Our moderator waves, we all engage Unfocused thoughts start scattering We pray our voices have come of age As we perform the songs we'd been mastering With a wave of a hand, the beauty begins The piano starts off softly We imagine all of our past wins And hope none of us go off-key The music moves with our hearts within The last note ends promptly We reflect on what the performance has been And attempt to walk off calmly We rush outside and wait on the news Anxious to know if we succeeded We acquire the post-performance blues Then our movement is impeded Our teacher looked disheartened, as if we all were destined to lose But as a smile breaks, she says the judges' expectations were exceeded We jump for joy and giggle, and gave hugs no one could refuse Off to Disney we go, with the win we desperately needed