Dance Monologue

I remember the time I started dancing like it was yesterday. I was in 7th grade when I first joined a dance team. Dance became important to my life, due to the fact that when I was younger I would constantly get hurt a lot by being bullied, and also had my parents fight all the time until they reached a point they wanted to get a divorce. I got tired of it , and I started looking for horrible ways to blow away the pain I felt inside, finally I found the appropriate way to do so. Dancing was the perfect way to escape from all the pain that was holding me down. I look back so many times to the day I first did a solo;It felt like the wind was blowing towards my face every pirouette I did. It felt like if I was a bird flying free in the sky. I

If anyone asked me—and they most certainly did not ask me—I never wanted to work at the YMCA. I wanted to get out of this shit-hole town, like everyone else. Pack up my car and head out to Cali.

One autumn afternoon she went out back to empty the Mistress’s chamber pot into the privy, unaware that a visitor she thought gone had not yet departed. She opened the privy door and stepped inside. Just as she lifted the porcelain lid and prepared to pour the pot’s contents into the hole, the door opened and someone stepped inside the small

Got I really hope he has some green jasmine. I doubt it. I can hear him calling me into the kitchen to choose my tea. “Green jasmine?” “sure, thank you.” thank god. As he boiled the water I began to look around the kitchen. I picked up a salt shaker, and before I knew it his hands were around my wrist and the the blood was rushing through his veins, turning his face bright red. Fear engulfed me, but manners come first. Wanting to run through the door, I don't move. “Sorry” I don't respond. “You can sit down in the living room” without a word I go and take a seat. In 2..3..4 out 2..3..4, I feel my breath echo in my lungs. It’s as if he hasn't let go of my wrists. It feels like his hands are grasping my neck. In two, three, four. Out two, three, four. I’ll just tell him I only have a few minutes because I’m going out to dinner with my dad and he’ll be waiting on me. Within a few minutes He brings out my tea. His vibes begin to feel dark. I reach for the cup, and without asking, he grants me permission to touch the piece of fabricated porcelain. I want to tell him that I need to leave, but for some reason all my thoughts slip

As I sat enveloped in her story of overcoming conclusions, she taught my heart to embrace each quirky part of myself. I identified with Elle Woods’ need to prove herself. This idea of accepting individuality provided me with the courage to audition for my first show, the Arvada Center’s production of Footloose. Since that first nerve-racking, nail-biting experience, I have come to find myself through each move I dance onstage. Getting my first big role, the Dragon in a production of Shrek, I poured my heart out, knowing the people ready to judge and mock were watching. After the show, the peers who judged my intelligence approached me, saying things like, “I never knew you could sing like that.” Through performing I found myself again. I shifted back to the girl I was, the girl who cared about her morals. I want to perform, hoping to provide audience members with the ability to connect with characters who can offer them a point of realization, as Elle Woods did for me.

CHAINS I took my first step into Westwood high school as a senior wearing my new Christian Louboutin heels. Home of the eagles and of course ME, Taylor Simmons. I’m the IT girl of the school and I know it

The kettle boils and I smile. My birds are enjoying the peanuts, sunflower seeds and cracked corn spread outside. It's a simple task, that of making tea. But today, along with milk and sugar, I add a third item to the mix. Seth. He is gritty and it's much like drinking sand water if you don't count the chunks. But it fills me up; warms me and I don't feel so alone. I have felt alone for a long time

The maid then came with my tea she then gently poured it into an old tea stained cup, i watched the steam slowly rise and dissipate in the air.

After I’m dressed the singers start singing and a little after the drum beat follows once the drums start we start dancing to it. We take a break eat but not too much that I have to go to the bathroom during the dance, rest a little then in the evening we do another dance around a big fire that kind of burned my skin. The next morning I woke up at five, rushed to eat my breakfast so I could go dance. Later, towards afternoon the crown dancers came and danced with me. On the third day I got up early again danced, I then had to run in four directions once I start running everyone follows. The first time I ran, I fell; humiliated and wanting to disappear a family member picked me up. She patted me down took my shoulders and looked me in my eyes. They were soft eyes that seemed to have infinite wisdom, in which she shared with me, saying that: Life is full of struggles. Some day, somewhere in the distant future, you will get hurt, you will be in so much pain and you might trip and fall, but the most important

I was relieved to see that my group members seemed nice, since I was already the most terrified I had ever been in my whole life. My heart was pounding so fast and I could hardly stay standing. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You need to do this. This day, this moment, would change my whole high school experience. It was the day of the coed choreo dance team audition. A group of three people at a time would go in for their single chance to be accepted into the best team in the world.

When thinking about the soundtrack of my life, the songs, and lyrics that would best suit my life story, it unfolds before my eyes. My life has been full of numerous challenges and discovering the strength to endure them has been a struggle, however, the strength is always there. Life's lessons are not easy, but with each challenge, there are new beginnings with renewed strength and new hope that comes from within. The song by the Judds, titled “Grandpa”; induces me to reminisce of my early childhood, in which my grandfather was the biggest influence on my life.

Maggie’s plate was cold and her coffee had stopped steaming, its warmth escaping into the oak table.

For this post, the first video I had chosen was Jeanette MacDonald and Binnie Barnes sang “A Twinkle in Her Eye” in a 1942 musical film called I Married an Angel. By watching the clip only, I thought the style of this recording was like an operetta. It had spoken parts to tell the light story. The sounds that came out of the characters were very soft, even though the singing technique was more like the one that was commonly used in operas, and the lyrics were pretty approachable. Also, I had noticed that the acting in this piece, including dancing, was somewhat exaggerated. I considered that those theatrical facial expressions and moves were expressed to aim to please the audiences.

I sat in my chair with a mug of tea nestled in my hands. The missionary ladies had all left for their homes, which left me with silence around the house. The sweet aroma of tea relaxed my taut body. It had been a long day - too long.

A series of set of movements to music, either alone or with a partner. That is the definition of dancing. Dancing is a way to express one's feeling and to get active.