- There were hundreds of people there. Hundreds.
- The top hats we were wearing pooped sequins and paint chips everywhere so that we looked like we had scary, black, glittering dandruff all over us.
- Also, they were children's hats. So they were sort of small and unless you had them crammed on your head really hard - they would unexpectedly pop off. It added an element of surprise to our performance that only we could truly appreciate.
- Every act was allotted three minutes. We started our performance by projecting our training montage onto a HUGE wall. So there we were ten feet tall - drinking raw eggs and doing bicep curls with T-boxes and screaming "JILLLLLLIAAAAAANNNNN!!!" in front of the Golden Age Ministry, Pastor Henry, God and everyone. It was bad ass.
Right after the performance, Mini clapped her two year old hands with wild abandon and then wriggled out of her daddy's arms. She ran as fast as her pudgy legs could carry her towards the stage, past her mommy, right at the steps, screaming "BOOM BOOM POW! BOOM BOOM POW!" We caught that baby before we she could selfishly steal our thunder.
Nobody puts Baby in the corner - except us.
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