But in the end I felt that we performed even better than the first two times, and the floor wasn't as slippery, and the audience was good, and they roared with laughter every time we waggled our heads during the Tibetan dance so that was good fun, and I didn't screw up my speech this time, and laoshi commented that I sounded like an air stewardess when introducing the dance.
Pretty girls prettying up! In laoshi's studio, which I think looks very white and heavenly in this photo.
Cheryl and I being amused at our thickly lined eyes and absence of lipstick. My hair was hard as a helmet from all the gel, ew. And! Look at my fashion disaster: my bright blue tube with rotting plastic straps (costume) under my deep red tank (what I wore there).
Behold, the Tibetan costume. With really long heavy sleeves and a garish apron and for goodness sakes a golden pao thingy on our heads.
The suicide rate in Japan is the highest in the world. (I used to know the statistics because I actually memorised them for GP haha!)
Me and Wanjun again. (My legs are bent; I'm not actually that short! Hahaha.)
Xinqin whirling around on stage! (:
Tibetans and Japanese! Hahaha aren't we a sight!
Anyway there are Koreans and Xing Jiangs and Thais but because of all the hustle and bustle of stripping backstage (in front of staring kids no less) and zipping/pinning each other into the costumes in between dances, I didn't take any photos of us in those costumes. I shall try during the next few performances though. Haha! Worth having pictorial evidence of the strange things we do when we're young. One day when I'm all grown up I'll print out my crazy photos and embarrass my kids to death by putting up the album for display in my home. Heeheehee.