The more hours pass, the more I start resembling a nervous wrack.
In exactly 24 hours, my partner and I shall be standing on the dance floor, ready to start with a slow waltz.
In exactly 24 hours, the ballroom dancing federal state championship will start for us. We have been training excessively throughout the last two months, and the last three weeks rather felt like a dancing marathon. I know we have the potential for championship, and I wouldn't be a Slytherin if I didn't go for number one.
I will.
There's never been a question about that. It's my partner I'm worrying about. This guy is without any ambition whatsoever. He has talent, yes, but ambition? I once asked him what he'd choose if he had the choice between first and second place. You know what he had the audacity to answer?
You know, I really don't care all that much.
Preposterous! Well, fine, second place is better than third, but that's totally beside the point! Sometimes I just feel like he wants to mock me. Does he even appreciate how much more energy it costs me to motivate us both, to fight for us both, and to come up with enough determination to take us both to the top? I seriously doubt it.
According to my experience, I will stop eating tonight at about 6 pm for decided lack of appetite. This state will last until after the first round of the tournament, which is scheduled at 2 pm. After that, I'm going to have to eat tons of sugary stuff, just to make it through to the final round.
Well. As you can see, it's not as if I don't know what I'm getting into. That, though, won't stop my nerves from fraying round the edges. Unfortunately.
In exactly 24 hours, the ballroom dancing federal state championship will start for us. We have been training excessively throughout the last two months, and the last three weeks rather felt like a dancing marathon. I know we have the potential for championship, and I wouldn't be a Slytherin if I didn't go for number one.
I will.
There's never been a question about that. It's my partner I'm worrying about. This guy is without any ambition whatsoever. He has talent, yes, but ambition? I once asked him what he'd choose if he had the choice between first and second place. You know what he had the audacity to answer?
You know, I really don't care all that much.
Preposterous! Well, fine, second place is better than third, but that's totally beside the point! Sometimes I just feel like he wants to mock me. Does he even appreciate how much more energy it costs me to motivate us both, to fight for us both, and to come up with enough determination to take us both to the top? I seriously doubt it.
According to my experience, I will stop eating tonight at about 6 pm for decided lack of appetite. This state will last until after the first round of the tournament, which is scheduled at 2 pm. After that, I'm going to have to eat tons of sugary stuff, just to make it through to the final round.
Well. As you can see, it's not as if I don't know what I'm getting into. That, though, won't stop my nerves from fraying round the edges. Unfortunately.