You are sitting there, palms a bit sweaty, sitting on a bench with all the other girls. You wipe your hands on your leotard, them being sweaty won't do you any good.
This is the national acrobatics competition. You have been working at this since you were only 4 years old, and it's a huge honor to be sitting where you are now.
Yet that doesn't shake the nerves in you. You have to do things that outshine all these other girls, who have also been training for years and years. Not to mention it's on national television.
Suddenly, before you know it "118", your number, is called. You steadily walk to the center of the room and stare as calmly as you can at the judges. The announcer gives your name, home state, and age.
Then one of the judges, a slender, older lady with glasses and clearly dyed brown hair motions for you to go. You step up to a rock, take a deep breath. This is what you have been training for your whole life.
You repeatedly jump on the rock. Needless to say, everyone is in awe. Total silence fills the room as you do your act. Finally, after a mind blowing 10 jumps, you stop.
After a shocked moment, the room bursts with applause. You have clearly won this competition.