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“You're going to do great!” my mother told me with pride before she left me backstage with the other girls on my dance team, that made me feel better, but I was still very nervous. Last year I had tried out for a competition dance team at my dance studio and made it. I was so excited that I called everyone in my family and told them I made a team. But now, I was terrified. It was only a matter of time when we would perform on stage in front of judges. Soon my friends came in, and that lowered my nervousness. I tried to stop thinking about it, but I kept thinking of the worst that could happen. What if I don’t change in time? What if I mess up? Thoughts were surging through my head and I was beginning to feel dizzy from stress. Not only was …show more content…
So far, so good I told myself as we jumped into the air, and turned on our toes. Now was the time where I had to change into a different costume. I ran off stage along with others who had to change as well. We bolted into the wing and started changing as fast as we could, for we did not have much time until we had to go back out. I grabbed my costume that was waiting for me in the wing, and started putting it on, but it was inside out. Oh no! I screamed in my head. I shakily took it off and started to quickly arranged it to how it was supposed to be. My hands started to sweat and my teeth chattered loudly. Finally I put it on, blood surged through my body, my teeth were chattering while I put it on. I was running out of time. Although I was rushing, I started thinking, What if I don’t make it out in time? If I don’t make it, I would let my team down! Finally, I made myself calm down, and stopped focusing on how much time I had. After I calmed myself down, I finished quickly, and just in time. I stepped on stage just as the new music begin. After that, the rest of the dance was a breeze. I was having fun, and I wanted to do it again and I wasn’t nervous at all! I danced with the music, no longer stiff and scared. After the dance was over, we ran backstage and prepared for …show more content…
Me and Hanna went on stage and waited for awards together.
“Do you think we will win?” I asked Hanna “I don’t know, I don’t think we were prepared enough, but I think we did good.” As all the other groups were announced, it finally got to our category. The announcer brought out a huge trophy and then said
“The winner for this category…” he paused for a dramatic affect. The next thing I hear, he announces the name of our dance and dance studio and we all get up screaming and cheering. The crowd goes wild, booming with shouting and clapping. We got in front of the trophy for a picture together. I was so happy I couldn't express it. I smiled brightly as the crowd started to stand up clapping. I found my parents, they were smiling and clapping too. My dad even whistled, making me smile even more. Then it hit me. We had won the competition and it was time to
Many people say, "Do not judge a book by its cover," but the cover of this book drew me into a journey of reading. The line of the letters Silent Dancing is on top; just below that is a picture of a beautiful four-year old girl. Perhaps she lives with a wealthy family; the girl looks so cute and pretty in her dress. Like many other young girls who usually love toys, she is holding a rattlebox; however, she does not pay attention to the toy in her hands. The young girl appears sad because of wide opened eyes that seem interested of what is in front of her. The quiet lips that have no smile make her look shy and older than her time. Why does this young girl have a feature of sadness? This picture seems to suggest that after reading Silent Dancing I should have the proper answer to that question.
On Friday, April 14, I decided to go to BlueWhale jazz club in Little Tokyo, Downtown LA, which had a Jazz concert under the title “Anthony Fund featuring George Garzone”. I decided to google who is Anthony Fung who was a brilliant young drummer who was the same age as me, 23, I was very intrigued to attend. when I arrived at the Jazz Club the place was surprisingly packed. Me and my friends who I dragged along had to stand up for a while. the band has not yet started, there was only the drummer entertaining the audience. it seemed that Fung plays there often and he is quite popular. I scanned the audience to see what kind of people are there. It was my first time to attend a jazz concert, and since the beginning
Confidence isn’t gained over night, it is something you feel and work towards; weather it be in class or on a stage, you work towards not being a vulnerable dancer, and showing that you are proud of your dancing. Victoria gained her confidence over the years of being a competitive dancer; the judges were always critiquing her so she could improve her dancing. Going into college, she auditioned for KnightMoves at The University of Central Florida. After gaining two years of a college dance team experience she thought why not push myself harder and become a professional; this is when she decided to audition for The Orlando Magic Dancers. Victoria went to three out of four pre-clinics that they offered, and after every class she went up to the coaches and thanked them. From the coaches, saying “Thank you.” and “It was great seeing you again.” truly pushed her even more to make the team. Victoria said, “my hands were clammy waiting for my name and number to be called, my heart was racing and I tuned everything out. When they called me for the 2014-2015 season, I did not realize that it was me, I had thought it was Victoria Rose.” Standing right beside me was her family, after Victoria’s name was called her family started screaming and crying, they were so proud of her, and I was
I had made it through all the rounds. Now “move ins” were upon us. After school let out for summer break in May, I moved into the campus where we would spend a couple of weeks really working out the 13 minute show we would compete with. Never in my life did I think music, the thing that I loved most, would also be the thing I sometimes abhored. Move ins carried on at a grueling pace. 7 a.m. came, and we were on the field practicing until 9 and sometimes 10 o'clock at night. The only breaks we got were for water, and our three meals; though honestly I can say I never wanted to quit. There were over two hundred other people going through the same things I was, and they weren’t giving up. We were constantly picking each other up, pushing ourselves to the next level, and getting up and doing it all again the next day. I wouldn’t give up now, not after everything it took to get
of the room, I had succeeded in something I really enjoyed. Winning this trophy meant I
My hands get clammy and emotions are running wild. When they call my team we all run out frantically and realize there's one last chance with this team, one last chance with this routine, some athletes final shot at the state championship! The lights gleam bright and it is time to do my job and put faith in my team to do the same. Two minutes and thirty seconds go by and that's the end of it all… walking off the mat knowing I did the best I can do and the rest is in the judge's hands. Sitting at awards, waiting desperately as they call each team third, second, and first place goes to Carrollton high school! The drop of my stomach and the tears that ran down my face. I was so shocked all the fame and victory made all the hard work worth
An obstacle I encountered was trying to reach the same skill level as the other dancer, considering I started dancing when I was in 8th grade while most of the people in my class started at a young age. I worked hard every day, trying to improve my skills; every day, I would fall, get hurt, and eventually got back up. However, I managed to get up because, in the end, I became one step closer to being with the students in my class. The motivation to getting better and improving my skills got me through that obstacle because it allowed me to push beyond my limits and that allowed me to do well in dance.
As a dancer, I learned early in life that personal success was dependant on the success of those around you. When performing, there are so many tasks racing through my mind: making sure props and quick changes are set, helping the younger dancer with costumes and make-up, and many other small tasks. These wouldn’t directly affect me but they would affect the performance as a whole. These scenarios have been part of my life for 14 years and I realize that someone needs to step up and do more than what is needed of them. For the last few years, I have taken on that role because I felt I was best suited for it, being one of the most advanced dancers.
I was an extremely shy child, always peering out at the world from behind my mothers leg. Making new friends or being put in a new situation was the scariest thing I could think of. Dance has forced me out of my comfort zone in so many ways, this story being just one of them. I had danced my whole life at the same studio, with the same people, taking the same classes (parallel 3). By the time grade 11 ended, most of the girls on my team had graduated to post secondary education.
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.
At last we had brought all our practicing skills into work at the final stages. After working hard for three solid months it all paid off, the competing mat was beneath our feet. It was as if I could almost hear the girl?s hearts thumping before we walked onto the mat. I couldn?t stop smiling, I had the biggest grin on my face as if I were the cat who just ate the canary. Only when I thought that was enough, my facial expressions were amazing, all the nights I spent in front of the mirror or watching my self through the reflection of the glass door in my kitchen. It?s hard to go first because watching all the other teams compete makes you think, how did I do?
That was the feeling before my first dance competition. The competition was in Decorah about 30 minutes north of my home. The competition was called Together We Dance. Together We Dance competitions are through a program called Just For Kix. At
I didn’t show up at the Miss Lanier pageant expecting to win. There were at least 15 other girls competing against me. I just wanted to have fun that day. I was nine years old at the time. I wasn’t nervous at all, not about the 15 girls competing against me, not nervous about the three judges at the front of the stage, not nervous at all. Now that I look back on that day, I realize that I should’ve been nervous; my hands should’ve been shaking, my stomach turning, and my brain in turmoil while waiting to step on stage. But I wasn’t. All I wanted to do that day was have fun and maybe make a friend or two. My mom and I stood behind the stage, waiting, just waiting. At one point the pageant director came to make sure nothing was wrong. Some of the girls next to me were acting like it was Miss Universe, but I was just treating it like a dressed up walk on a stage. Once she left we stood in a line at the back entrance to the
Then, I heard everyone scream “Surprise!” I could not believe my eyes. There was decoration all over the living room, a cake on the table, music and a big bouquet of pink flowers. My eyes start tearing. I was delighted and humbled by how lucky I was to have such an amazing family. I ran up to my parents, my three brothers, and sisters in law and hugged all of them. We started singing and dancing I cannot forget those moments of my life. Then I realized time was running and that I still had to go to my cousin’s house to do my makeup. I rushed to her house leaving my family at home, so they could get ready, and we could later celebrate after the graduation. As, Sandra was putting on my makeup; I was thinking of how I was going to react when they called my name on the stage. I was smiling as I was thinking of the moment of my
Preparing for the final evening was as much fun as the event itself. We were a group of eighteen girls. Some, like I, had some background in Kathak while others were dancing in this style for the first time. The teachers worked hard with us over a period of twenty days. They encouraged the team and were patient with us as we fumbled with the steps. It was hard work as the steps of the dance were changed few times till we got the steps all the eighteen girls were comfortable with. We did not grudge the effort and looked forward to performing before the parents.