Mom left this morning at 6h15 with Franck and Nicolas, who had come home last night only to discover that Elton John was sick, and his concert was canceled. No, I did not cry, thus confirming my reason to believe that I have some emotional abnormality. However, after waking up at five, I could not fall back to sleep, so I distracted myself by watching Beauty and the Beast.
At one, I went to school, quickly practiced the step routine, rushed through English class, and prepared for the real-deal. The E.P.S. coach gave us twenty minutes to warm-up before he switched on the music. He filmed our group of Cloe, Camille, Florine, and me first. I made a slight mistake, but I think Cloe blocked that from the camera's view. We did our routine eighteen times. Goodness gracious! We had two minutes in between each two rounds, but I can confidently say that everyone's legs shook by the end.
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