But having Adele there made it a little more bearable. My suspicions were correct and she really is better than me. The girl was born to be a cheerleader. It seems kind of sad that she’ll never get to be one. She seemed to really like it. I’m happy that she is able to experience this, but at the same time a selfish part of me is a little jealous. Is there anything this girl can’t do? Most of the other girls who are actually trying out know the material pretty well already and we still have Friday’s clinic to review everything. It’s going to be more difficult than I thought to single out the best of the bunch on Saturday so I’m glad I don’t have to be a judge. I just have to show up and support all the new girls. It’s still light out when clinics are over. That’s probably one of the best things about summer approaching—the longer days. The parking lot is pretty deserted as we make our way to my old blue car. “Okay, our plan is just to follow her in my car?”
