I am in an area that reminds me much of the parking lots downtown in my hometown. I'm driving around trying to find a parking spot because it is pouring the rain. I am apparently headed to school and didn't want to be embarrassed by getting drenched. Parking is located on two sides running parallel to each other that lead to an intersection (None of these spots are covered so I guess the specific ones I'm looking at are near the school). I see some across the road and want to park in them. Many of people have parked to take up two spots, so I know I need to hurry. I cut across trying to avoid cars (very stressful!) and manage to pull into one.
I am dressed in scrubs and see what I assume to be a coworker of mine since they are also in scrubs? The woman is about my age with boy-cut hair. She has glasses and is accompanied by an Indian woman who is wearing a magenta colored shirt and orange pants. I step out of my car to greet them. We are walking towards the school. The Indian girl starts asking me questions, more specifically about why I am so critical of the dance team dancers. I tell her that those are competition dancers and not classically trained. Watching them perform is entertaining yes, but their technique is horrendous (true and I'm not sorry about it!). She seems understanding but requests that I attend the dance competition today and be a judge. She is apparently performing. I reluctantly agree because this doesn't sound appealing but she is counting on me to watch her dance.
Her routine is garbage. I try to be nice about it. I have to speak into a voice recorder to give to her later with my critiques. I try to be nice and comment on how high her jumps are and how she's really getting into he music but mention that her legs are slightly bent in her kicks, her hips are down in all of her turns and kicks, she also comes down on her turns a lot (again, these are comments I would actually make in real-life). She is FURIOUS.
"I performed really well and you're just being picky. This isn't fair! You were out to get me from the beginning."
I roll my eyes and explain to her that she was the one who asked me to judge so that's what I did. Honestly, this girl is really annoying and I'm trying my best to keep it together. I explain to her again that she's not classically trained and there is nothing wrong with that. Some people dance to entertain and others dance to tell a story and perform (did I think this was motivational??). She storms off and I am relieved.
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