The day itself consists of makeup and hairspray with the smell of perfume and nerves. People run around like chickens with their heads cut off and screaming because they cannot find a hot glue gun. Pretty much the day itself is a total and complete wreck, but it does not nearly describe the past month.
Pageant, or a play as you can call it, is a time where it is literally stress, tears, anger, and everything in between from the time we step on campus in early August to the minute we say our line at the very end. Please keep in mind that joy or happiness is something we do not often associate with it because it absolutely horrid. Every night we practice two or more hours with a crap load of homework due in the following days. This is all while our big sister class hears from us little to none at all because we are trying to catch up on the things we are slacking at most.
Let me be the first to say that the tension arising between the members is the worst thing possible because it seems like no one wants to be around one another and a come to Jesus meeting won't even help. People will sit there and become very upset over the smallest detail, like missing a line or putting a prop in the wrong place, so no one wants to talk unless absolutely have to. We grow angry with ourselves eventually because we cannot remember the simplest thing and the director is low-key wanting to give us a death stare.
With all the awfulness, there are two brief moments where you feel a sense of joy that leads to more anger.
One, you end up feeling emotional because the play is about to happen and everyone is saying sweet things. This is the point where you try not to cry because you do not want the lights to see the tear streaked faces. Eventually, you'll realize that the emotions are there and you get pretty upset about any emotions at all.
Two, you will grow into overwhelming joy that the whole thing is over and you knocked it out of the park. The laughter of people fuels your excitement and the pictures you are receiving via snapchat is giving you the best candid photos from people you completely adore. Then to top it off you grow upset because you worked for one month to put on a play for about two hours and you cannot believe you stressed that much to have that much fun.
Pageant is the worst month of your entire life because you hate everyone and everything. People are nitpicky and all you're ready to do is cry. The last week you contemplate what will happen if you quit then eventually you suck it up and don't. So to my future little(s), please know this is the worst month of your life but you will love it once you perform and when you are finally done.
