There is a version of dance that the audience never sees.

It's safety pins in your mouth while fixing a costume. It's coffee that went cold three hours ago. It's sitting on the floor of a convention center, hairspray in the air, trying to remember if the next routine is jazz, contemporary, or large group. It's hearing someone yell, "What number are we on?" for the hundredth time.

The Competition Days Collection is made for the people behind the curtain and in the wings. The dance moms carrying half the dressing room in their bags. The teachers running from backstage to awards. The dancers living out of garment bags and hoping they remembered both shoes.

These pieces are little inside jokes and quiet badges of honor for the people who know that competition weekends are equal parts chaos, nostalgia, and love.

Made for long days, late nights, and the people who wouldn't trade this crazy world for anything.