Personal Narrative-Dance Force Studios Hip Hop Dogs

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It was competition day, we had just competed and were heading to awards. We were against 11 teams, and were so nervous. We’re all crossing hands waiting then he announces we got 1st. We were so excited. We sit down, and wait for awards to finish. Towards the end they start announcing the judges favorite, the best costume, most crowd applause, and the overall winner. They say,” and our overall winners are Dance Force Studios Hip Hop Dogs.” We were so happy. We waited till the end of the day to find out if we won the high score of the day. I went to dance the next day very happy, and waiting to hear the judges comments. Our coach comes in and tells us. . . We won the overall! Now we had to wait a couple days to see if the coaches would accept the full paid bid. They accepted it, now we had to ask all the parents. Only 9 said yes, but they still let us go. We could only work for 2 months which isn’t a lot. We worked day and night to make us the best we could be. All of us were getting packed and ready to go to Summit. …show more content…

When we arrived it was so much warmer there than in Chicago. We put our stuff in the rooms and went to practice. We spent over 4 hours at practice outside. We went back to the rooms and went to bed. The next morning we got up at 5:30 am so we could do everyone’s hair and make-up. We got ready to go to the convention center, and listened to our music. We got to the convention center and warmed up. I warmed up all of my tricks, and was ready to go. We went backstage, and my sister was so nervous, so I had to calm her

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