Page 200 of Knotting the Firefighters
This is us.
This is our dynamic.
Wendolyn is supported by Alphas who won't let her fall.
The crowd erupts—shrieking, cheering, applause that suggests our performance was particularly memorable. Station Fahrenheit crew is loudest, their voices carrying above the general celebration with pride evident in volume.
We did it.
Actually did it.
Performed in public without catastrophic failure.
The announcer's voice booms through speakers—amplified enthusiasm that makes even mundane statements feel dramatic:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winners! The chemistry, the coordination, the absolutely spectacular finale—please welcome your champions to the stage!"
Winners.
We won.
Actually won the competition.
Aidric and Calder help me straighten, their hands lingering probably longer than strictly necessary, both of them broadcasting satisfaction through pack bonds that have become increasingly difficult to ignore.
Pack.
My pack.
When did I start thinking of them as MY pack rather than THE pack?
We navigate toward the stage through the crowd that parts with congratulatory comments and friendly pats—a community celebration rather than competitive resentment, genuine happiness at a local event producing entertaining results.
Small-town culture.
Everyone knows everyone.
Success is celebrated collectively rather than grudgingly.
The stage is modest, raised platform with basic decorating, a microphone stand, table displaying trophies that appear homemade with endearing attention to detail.
Trophies.
Actual physical trophies.
Taking this competition seriously, apparently.
We climb stairs together—Aidric first, then me, Calder bringing up the rear in a protective formation that's becoming automatic. The announcer greets us with enthusiasmthat suggests genuine excitement rather than performative professionalism.
Three trophies await—each one unique, clearly crafted by a local artisan with metal dancing figures mounted on wooden bases. They're beautiful in their simplicity, valuable because of the care invested rather than monetary worth.
Handmade.
Someone spent hours creating these.
Community investment in local tradition.
Medals accompany trophies—ribbons in deep blue with gold lettering declaring "Sweetwater Falls Line Dancing Champions" alongside the current year.
