We worked our asses off everyday in the morning week to week. Pumped for every single mistake we did. We woke up early, we ran, we got tanned, we got in trouble, we got punishment, and every single thing we sacrificed was all worth the friendship we built. We went into the stadium with confidence in us, we stood there without a single movement for half an hour, our hearts were beating so fast when we were about to march out there and do our formasi, we did the best we could knowing today on this spot, is going to be our last time marching together as a team after 1 month, we pushed ourselves all the time to not screw up, we marched with breaking hands and blistered feet, we marched with pride, we marched our hearts out.

But then, it wasn't only us but others as well. Those who won may deserve it or may not. We walked out the stadium with dissapointed looks. Some were crying, some were trying so hard not to cry, some were hugging each other, calming each other down. We were all so, very sad. But knowing we marched to our best, knowing that all of our hard work came to a sad ending, didn't break our whole friendship, and also knowing that we are the best even if the judges didn't think so.