My Most Memorable Competition
- By Edie, The Salsa FREAK!!
From downstairs in the basement of the Mayan Nightclub in Los Angeles, you can faintly hear the music upstairs, muffled, but still loud and electrifying. You feel the distant pulse of the music run through your body and magically into your heart. You're with all the other competitors now. You look at the number you've drawn from that jar. It's the number you were destined to have - the order in which you're about to dance. Whether first, second, or last, everybody is at first surprised, maybe disappointed, maybe happy. For those of us who are disappointed in the numbers we drew, we try to rationalize it in our minds so we don't dwell on it.... "Oh, we're first - I don't know...." Or, "Oh no, we're last!!" Or, "Ugh, we're number four!"
You notice their fancy outfits, their glitter and diamonds. You see some of them rehearsing their routines, some of them sitting on a couch in the corner with their eyes closed. Some of them are stretching their leg muscles,