The funny thing was, our choreographer Dranice started each training session with words to that effect. She wanted us to find the bee within, to visualize that smile, to imagine that the foam
barrels we practiced in were our actual suits. We learned the Jolli-moves: the bee bends, twirls, sweeping our elbows across our bodies, first to the right, then to the left, hands on our knees,
hunching over and wiggling the wings, then ending with a two-step stomp. “Big finish,” Dranice called out, clenching her hands to show how we should press the button in our palms to
make Jollibee’s eyes flutter. It was hard work and we looked silly doing it. There were times when I thought of quitting. Maybe it was what Darius said that kept me going. All I know is that
I lasted through auditions, the trai
