Our show itself as I felt it

The little kids has started. I didn't see it. The man from the medium level classes made a practice down there. Another one from his classes told him that whatever he didn't learn till now - he won't learn ever. He stopped. Einat started too. It made some noise. We were afraid that people hear it in the hall. She still practice. Beginners got to the stage. The "smart" one asked me if it will be fine with me that after will go to the backstage after the caña I'll give her to go first to the dressing rooms. I know that she needs to change fast in this time, she asked to do it in a part that no one see and I don't wanna fight, so... In this I don't think that she asked for something rude. I really didn't have any problem with it. Just not to die... I finally got it: not all came. The beginner who looks like a man didn't come to perform. The little group of the fandango de Huelva didn't know when to go to stage. When they thought that the beginners on stage - it was still the time of the kids. When they got up I looked for the guitar player and the singer. They went to practice in the dressing room of Neta and her company. After a while I came to the door and told them to get ready. The fandango will start soon and then will come the caña. We were ready in time. The guitar player and the singer were next to me in the behind curtain. I started again to crucify. The singer made jaleo to the fandango. Most of them were pretty. I tried to think that I'll make it. I have to. They got down from stage. Neta started a speech to invite us. It started to tell for those who're not aware what is a bata de cola and the way that the body needs to move to make it good. She told a story that I heard from her many times before about her first time she ever danced in a bata, once a long time ago when she was in Japan. Then - the girls of the caña. Oh... The musicians! Neta invited the guitar player who carry on with us for years, and the singer who came to us recently (too recently if you ask me). They started. We did too. In our entrada was a pert that was a bit too hard for us. We didn't make enough rehearsals together and we're not pro dancers, so there was a point that wasn't clear enough for us in the music. I looked for the 4th row. Yeah, it was still possible to see our audience there. I could see the lens of my friend's husband. A friend who came for me with her husband from Jerusalem. It made me easier to find them both and my parents who sat next to them. For me it was enough if I'll dance well for them. Still felt like a failure. I didn't have space. Some points I made it too slow or not clear enough. My friend and I had few accidents and our batas got into one mess. Once she almost got on my bata. I felt the wires - a thing that made my moves smaller. My friend by mistake once sent her bata to my face and didn't even notice. Neta made us palmas and jaleo while sitting next to the singer. My friend got too close to me. Neta made it somehow to correct my friend in a way it will sound like jaleo. We bot understood it. I heard it and I saw my friend move elegance back to her place. At least no one told me that I'm too fast or slow in the bow down. We got to the backstage. It took my friend a moment to say and repeat it over and over "horror! horror!". We tried to tell her to be quiet. Didn't help. The medium level class came to replace us on stage with solea. My friend was shocked from the fact she almost got on me and the times we got into each other with our batas. Changing fast our clothes again. Come on! We will have to back to stage in a moment... When we got up with our farruca' clothes Neta still was talking about the solea. Two groups wait behind the curtains. When they danced the solea I could feel the air conditioner. Before I die - at least try to enjoy watching a solea in the air conditioner. When they finished - Neta told that farruca made for men and didn't say much accept that. With the farruca I felt that make it. In the studio I made it better, in the rehearsal I made it, but a thing that I made a mistake every time - I made it this time good. The mistakes I made on stage I could do it like nothing happen. The pants were in the place most of time. In the time it wasn't - I made a little pull up in a way like it's a part of dance. The biggest problem that I wasn't sure that I'm not too behind others in few points. I was almost happy with this. We got down. A bit of talk. Most of girls went to see the rest. Einat made a solo from he show that will start soon. Neta got down to change. I almost cried. I said something like "Neta!!! Not enough space for the batas! I made my best and it wasn't good enough!". Neta didn't think for a moment and said "it's all in your heads". Einat got down to change too. She was upset as well and said it was short and she didn't make it good enough. My friend said we should go to see the rest. We got into the hall together. She let me to sit in the last chair and she sat on the stairs. Ilan made a solo. After him - Neta made a solo as well. Einat and Ilan joined her later for a dance. Neta called us to stage by levels. All made free bow downs. I was in the sky, so I didn't go to make a bow down fast. The non-clean woman started to push me over and over again to the middle of the stage. I made a bow down that more fit to theater than to flamenco. Than a half round. Neta gave each one of us a red rose. She asked her assistant to come and gave her also some white flowers. Neta got also flowers like this. The curtain has been closed on us.