The time has come. After years and years (weeks and weeks) of practicing, lifting, dropping (Sorry Nic) and errors, we finally did it.
The day had come and Nic was so scared that I would drop him or accidentally pull his pants down again. (Again, I’m Sorry.) When it was our turn Nic didn’t really have much a chance to run away, escape or at least hide behind a jacket. (Or Patrick.) The music started right away.
I could feel Nic shivering as we we doing our lifts. we did it. even though it was winter, I was sweating because I had never done anything like that in my old school. It was fun.