First off, let me apologize for the grammatical errors and missing words in Parts I and II. I've never been very good at going back and proof-reading. If I keep screwing up though I guess I'll have to do so. Enjoy part 3:
Part III
Tara’s first bit of inspiration occurred Tuesday. She giggled to herself watching Lacey warm up for practice. Bending over in her yoga pants, Lacey’s heart-covered undies were almost completely visible. Tara could make out each individual heart’s color, almost in disbelief that Lacey had never noticed this. She made her move.
“Hey Lace,” she started, slowly making her way over. Lacey pulled herself upright and turned around.
“Yeah, what’s up Tara?”
“You know, I just noticed that since we’re going to be performing outside and it’s been kind of cold…and I think they look really good and all the girls seem to have a pair, what if we performed in our yoga pants? Might make for a cooler, sleeker look?”
“I don’t know, what do you girls think?”
A few of the girls panned over unenthused. When they saw the surreptitious nod that Tara gave them, they perked up in favor of whatever option Tara was spouting.
“Yeah, we like Tara’s idea.” “Sure, yeah.” “Whatever.” “Huh?”
“All right, fine, I guess we can do that.”
“Great,” Tara smiled walking away.
She turned around and put the wide smile back on her face as Lacey bent forward, again showing off her silly underwear. Now if only there was a way to get those off of her before the show, Tara thought.
By Wednesday, the routine was fairly set and well-rehearsed. It was time that Tara set the next step in motion.
“Lacey, I saw this ending formation online and, and I was wondering if we could incorporate it.”
“Oh umm. Well we have the routine almost down pat. If we change—“
But Tara interrupted her.
“What do you think girls? Should we spice up the routine?”
“Yeah, we like Tara’s idea.” “Sure, yeah.” “Whatever.” “Huh?
“All right, fine, what is it Tara?”
Tara explained the choreography that required the team’s flier to tumble and flip into a lift. Two girls on each side hold the legs with the flier caught legs akimbo, held in air. It looked much better than that crummy description.
“I don’t know Tara; we don’t do a lot of lifts.” It was true. Most of the ugly girls were also fat, making lifts limited to only a few of the girls. Unfortunately for Lacey, she was the best suited for the job.
“Oh come on, you’ll be great. The girls and I will hold you up.”
After a bit more convincing, Lacey consented. She remembered the few instances of taking the spotlight in the past and how they’d almost lead to unbelievable embarrassment. Yet she had convinced herself this would be fine.
A few got together to make sure they could hoist Lacey up. Lacey got ready, jumped up, and was held perfectly in place by the girls below. Tara looked straight up. Lacey was wearing bulky solid green underwear today. The girls below all saw and giggled to themselves before letting Lacey down.
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