I had gone to a performance, and performed with my classmates, it was amazing. I felt that we didn't get enough recognition as we should've gotten. It was unfair and senseless of the judges. WE had sung a song on Tigers and Fire, it was an amazing feeling of our dynamics and flowing into a silent drift and then uprising into the movement of destroying and engulfing flames. Why hadn't we gotten the best award ever? There wasn't anything wrong with what we song, it has more meaning that the other competing performers that any other person could ever imagine. They were singing stupid Disney songs from Wicked and constantly I was reminded of this by the Bronse/ whatever color we got! We should've gotten something way better that! Our class dressed in all black and we were amazing! The judges said that we got points off for not singing the spanish words wrong, when more than 50% of the class was mexican, and spoke fluently at home. There was more importance in our performance, and we deserved something that any other person could never ever achieve in their own minds. The judges were mostly college/ high school directors at school, but they chose HighSchool Musical/Wicked over us. The people who trained with a larger group, some of their groups were even way smaller than ours! It wasn't fair because since they had a smaller group, it was easier for them to teacher individually. I remember every single word or main idea of Mrs. Fowler's ideas about how much we disliked how the judges judged us - cause that was it. We did our best, but our abilities weren't recognized for how amazing we were. There was meaning in our songs they could never master.