A Memorable Occasion in my Life- Personal Narrative

A Memorable Occasion in my Life- Personal Narrative

Looking around the blacked-out glass door and past the curtains, I

caught a glimpse of the school hall. It had been totally transformed

from its usual every day state. There were rows and rows of chairs

filling the hall with a large carpeted stage at the very front against

a backdrop image of a grand castle in the night’s sky with twinkling

lights acting as stars. I could hear the idle chat of the parents as

they began filing into the hall and choosing what they thought to be a

good view of the stage, ensuring that they would be able to see their

children from the best possible angle.

Behind me, a surge of people were rushing around, fiddling with

costumes and putting the finishing touches to the girls’ makeup. Panic

had started to infiltrate the backstage area. Everyone was on tender

hooks and extremely nervous. I had never really felt like this before,

it was a totally new feeling for me to be experiencing.

People would keep asking if I was alright and if I was ready for the

events of tonight. All I could do was stand there, nod my head slowly

and silently, and look at my shuffling feet whilst my teacher

continued smoothing down my dress and brushing my knotty hair off of

my make up clogged face. I could feel my revolting, itchy woollen

black tights sticking to my clammy legs as I began to heat up and for

the first time, the pressure of the evening had started to get to me.

It was at this point that I fully understood the expression of having

butterflies in your stomach. A wave of nausea swept over me.

My deep blue scruffy dress came down to just above my knees. As I was

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...eyes and carefully made my

legs walk forward a few steps. One last deep breath. I pulled back the

curtain with great effort. The heat and brightness of the lights

startled me at first. Then applause came crashing into my ears and I

walked out bravely and proudly, taking centre stage.

There are times in life when we all have to do things we do not want

to do. Once in a while, we all have to face our fears. This was one of

those times in my life when I had to confront people staring, talking

about me and either being loved or hated. I still find public speaking

excruciatingly hard to this day, I still hate attention. But mow I

have come to accept that it is just something we all have to get on

with. As much as we might like, we can not bury our heads in the sand

and hope things will go away. Life is just not like that.