And there we were. Brimming with the passion to DANCE, ACT and SERVE. The passion that powered through ALL and I mean ALL attempts against our cause no less. By the grace of God, Team 2 braved sickenesses, pain, hunger, the whole nine yards, and every trial known to man and hippo. Again, we would rise unbowed and stronger as if to say, "is that the best you've got?". This was just another day at the office for our heroes in pink.

Ours was a race against time as May 23 loomed closer and closer. Decisions were on a make or break basis and our gauges were running low. Some began to buckle under the weight of it all. Scenes like these that make every production come alive. Just a friendly reminder from God that left to ourselves, we couldn't do squat. He kept us up and at it more than any other energy drink would make you believe they do. More than Bacchus.

Yes, all that paid off to the very last day. Till the Campus Harvest cheers drowned all anxiety as the pink hippos made their way on stage to clap, stomp and shake like a hippo for the last time.