Two street throwing experiences

Opening night
Hannah and I were preparing to go onstage and throw our street higher than all the other streets (it was a competition). We were getting all pumped up and excited, so we decided to do our new secret handshake for good luck. Of course, knowing us, this secret handshake involves a high five. Also knowing us, our high fives are never very good ones. It's a mystery. So there we were, standing immediately offstage, getting ready to go on. We turned to each other. "Share the love!" we whispered. Of course, everything went silent. No one on stage was speaking, and there was no music. We high fived each other. It was the loudest high five ever (well, I would say second loudest high five ever. The first place going to the high five Mark and I did in the hallway during small ensemble practice...but I digress). So everyone looked at us, we felt embarrassed. And also kinda bad. It was pretty loud. But no one said anything.

Closing night
We threw our street for the last time, and I thought it went really well. I ran across the stage, set my street down, then I had to run upstage and assume a freezing position, in order to get out of the spotlight. When the stage Nauvoo came back to life, I unfroze and ran back to my street so I could straighten it out a bit before exiting the stage. Unfortunately, it got stuck in a crack on the stage. Hannah and I both started pulling on our own ends, and we freed our street, but right as we were straightening it, a girl (I think a Sciamarilla) was running upstage. She unfortunately ran into our street. And tripped. And fell. I felt bad.