Last Friday was our Christmas party with a theme of back to the 70s. In light of this, the whole group under the CFO were divided into four and will render a presentation - a dance or song number, play or skit and whatever - that is associated with the party's theme.
I was part of
yellow team (the other three were
green,
blue and
pink), and two weeks going to the big (?) day we discussed what we're gonna present coz time is running out and we hadn't even an iota of idea what we're gonna do.
I was hoping that the one who organized the presentation thing will chunk the idea and go along with the party without it, coz it appears that majority under the CFO group is not so excited about it. But turned out that the other three were already practicing their pieces, and the hepa (aka yellow) team hasn't got a farthing's worth of entertainment at hand.
To make matters worse, creative differences arised amongst us - between me and another member to be exact - with her almost walking out at the last minute. The thing is, she's not too excited about the script, which I wrote by the way, and always finding faults like its not really funny or the judges won't appreciate the punchlines and things like that. It really pissed me off I said that she's nothing but a self - humourless old maid. Oops!
She could back out for all I care, but the other members insisted that we proceed with what's already agreed upon and go with the presentation.
With three ( not even good enough) practices and rehearsals, we just found ourselves facing the inevitable. The dreaded day finally arrived. We have to perform even if it means the end of our professional career. No really. We're just gonna make a big fool of ourselves come 19:00 hrs Friday. And psyching ourselves that we can still report for work next year with our heads held up high. I wish!
Come our presentation time, ad libs abound left and right. Problems with our sound effects and costumes occured just at the perfect time. Our presentation is chaotic. Its a consolation though that the audience - and the judges - were laughing at the punchlines. Or is it just a patronizing effort so as not to embarrass us? I wouldn't know.
The judgement and verdict is not to be announced until the exchange gifts and parlor games were over. So us not to prolong our agony, I jokingly told me team mates that we're surely the 5th placer.
The time arrived. We're waiting excitedly though with utmost resignation that being able to get it over with and at least perform is not a bad thing altogether. And in the spirit of Christmas we're gonna be all sport about the results.
First to be called were the
BLUE team as fourth placer followed with the
PINK team as the third. How could that be? I am dead sure our performance ( or is it? ) sucked big time. The remaining two teams were called forward. Our team couldn't believe our luck. Second place is more than we can ask for.
The judge announcing the results is droning on about how the performances were quite close with the second and winner has a difference of less than a point average. Something like .73 or .83, I can't remember. He even requested for a drumroll for suspense, though there isn't any. He had to contend with human drumrolls, hehehe!
Judge : "And the winner is..."
Who could that be? Of course, its the
YELLOW Team. Hahaha!
We really can't believe it, after that announcement we're like jumping up and down, as if fourteen month comes a little early. Or we're like winning the Oscars for best picture. Oh, that's an exaggeration!
( Will post the script I made when I got the chance, that's a promise! )