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We spin and We twirl Preforming is what we do Smiling at the crowd
The light is shinning We're on displayThe whistle blowsNothing's movingThe air is stillEveryone yellsPA4 beats of silenceAnd then it startsThe colors spinThe laughing begins
The male judge sitting above the stands said into the microphone, “Is the unit ready?” I look at the crowd of people in the gym bleachers. it’s almost a full house.