I stood staring at my mom with a blank expression as she applied foundation on my face followed by powder and blush and a number of other various cosmetics that I had lost count of. Makeup, hair, costume, all of those were on the back of my mind as the thought of performing in front of three hundred people clouded my thoughts. All around me were muffled sounds of other dancers frantically running around trying to get ready in time, mothers yelling at their daughter's, music blaring from various speakers, doors opening and closing, metal hitting the tile floors as tappers practiced down the hall, but all I could hear was the thundering sound of my heart beat in my chest. My body started quivering slightly. The nerves were setting in. I don’t …show more content…
Those girls were a division higher than my team; so, as I watched their arms gracefully swing from side to side; their legs kicking into the air in a beautiful battement; and, the nearly flawless transitions, I wondered how much hard work and how many rehearsal hours they put in to achieve those movements with such ease. The spotlight highlighting their every move had me in awe. The song slowly started to fade out and the loud, obnoxious thumping in my chest resurfaced. With shaky legs and uneven breathing I hesitantly made my way onto the stage and got into position. Looking into the crowd, I could see hundreds of faces staring back at me; some familiar, some I had never seen in my life. This gave me a feeling of nostalgia taking me back to that first day of dance class when all eyes were on me. I could not hear anything around me except my heartbeat in my chest. I remembered how aesthetically pleasing the dancers prior presented themselves on stage and told myself to get it together. I had to give it my all and not let my team down, but most importantly I could not let myself down. I looked at my friend, who posed just to the left of me, for reassurance and she gave me such a genuine smile. I could see it in her eyes that she believed in me. I looked at my surrounding and thought “This is what I’ve been working towards. This is where I want to be.” All the negative thoughts that previously invaded my mind faded. My breathing began to even out as the lights dim signaling that the song would start any
The day of the audition quickly came. All the dancers were in the studio warming up, listening to their music, and stretching. Anna Beth was a nervous wreck, sweating buckets just from the palms of her hands. When Ms. Tiffany walked in, the dancers quickly stood up to greet her, and waited for her instructions. Ms.
My mouth hung open as I watched the gorgeous, graceful girls leap and twirl across the gym floor during their annual summer mini-camp. From that point forward, I knew that I wanted to be a Chiefette. I studied up on the history of the team, watched every one of their public performances, and enrolled in dance team preparation classes. Each year, the Chiefettes got better and better, and during each dance, their pirouettes and jetes grabbed my heart and carried me with them through their emotional journey. Their movement quality astounded me; I wasn’t exactly sure how a team of so many girls could dance in unison with seemingly effortless grace. I knew from talking to the girls on the elite team that they maintained excellent grades, participated in other school activities and sports, and volunteered within the community. These girls were my idols, and I thought that the only way to have a positive high school experience was to join the dance team. There was no question in my mind that I would be on the team all four years of high school, and because I had prior dance experience, that I would be one of the better dancers on the team. Throughout middle school, I dreamed about the day when I would finally be able to call myself a Chiefette, but I soon realized that I had no idea the amount of hard work and talent that it took to earn that
The day of my tryout comes, and I’m nervous because it’s a totally different style of dance than I’m used to. I know nothing about it, and all the girls have been at it for over a month! Despite that, I’m still excited and I eagerly walk in the front doors of my high school. 30 heads turn to look up at me. My dirty, worn out shoes, and messily pulled-up hair didn’t seem too appealing to them, to say the least. Some of the girls looked confused and whispered quietly with the person to their side. The two captains of the team come walking up to me with a huge smile on their face. The kind that’s kind of forced.
May 5, 2016 was one of the happiest moments of my entire life. That was the day made possible for me to see a live performance. It was my very first time and have to admit I was super exciting entering the auditorium. Marymount Dance Department presented the 2016 Spring Repertoire. I felt so proud walking in as a dancer watching a live performance. The show began and my heart skipped a beat. Marymount’s Dancers At Work presented in a beautiful manner that drove into their movements. There were numerous moves that we did that they presented in their routine. I was most proud when I saw one colored dancer in the piece Regality. She performed incredibly well I began to move along with her. There was uses of high jumps, releve’s, plié’s, pirouette’ and many more. I was not sure what the dancers were doing, but all I Knew was that I needed to be on that stage doing exactly what they did.
Our team sat in the hallway of our school, waiting for our name to be called to enter the gym. The pregame jitters were everywhere. Girls were bouncing up and down, fanning themselves and skittering around. I had a flood of emotions inside me. I was mostly excited but also quite nervous. What if my parents didn’t like the dance? What if my peers don’t like the dance? What if it looks bad? I couldn’t help but doubt the routine in a time of such nervousness. Our coach gave us each her routine good-luck shoulder shakes, and I knew the time had come. I heard the crowded gym fall quiet.
As I walked into the intermediate room at Monsters of Hip-Hop, the nerves inside of me built up like a hot air balloon. I was stretching in jealousy of other girls and boys as they showed their amazing talents. I start to worry if I mess up on the choreography, out of nowhere the choreographer Laura Edwards comes in. I look at my mom in fear,
My heart is in my throat as I walk onstage. The curtain opens, and the dance number starts. I see my friend Maggie come out with the rest of the graceful dancers. She looks at ease, and I start to sweat. I remember the dance moves that Sophie taught us. Up, step, back, tease and turn. As I move my way up to the front of the circle, I try to remember the lines that I have to
The music was blaring. Beach balls were flying everywhere. The smell of pizza, pop, and the sound of balloons bouncing to the ceiling fills the air. It was the first Middle School Dance. I had been helping set up the whole thing. Some children looked like they were dancing too hard, and were going to have a broken back in the morning. Then there were the kids who just hung back in the corner. Why do they even come? Then, I heard the stereo DJ start to move the records around. After a few songs, a Rihanna song came on. By that time the DJ and flashing lights were only about 4 feet away from me. The DJ looked at all of the teachers including me, and said, “It’s Karaoke Time!” A kid looked at me and said, “Hey,
She could hear the muffled sound of the dance track playing through the walls of the dimly lit studio. "He’s here," she observes, peering in through the doors glass panel. She releases a shaky breath, relief flooding her system as she rests her forehead against the cool temperature of the door frame. Her eyes squeezing shut momentarily to gather her wits before watching him dance, a hand resting loosely on the silver door handle.
I enjoy dancing, I was part of the cheerleading team in high school, I also did one year in college and I occasionally participate in my sororities stroll team. With my years of experience in choredographed dance, I have been able to choreograph routines and teach them to my sorority sisters. I have the patience to explain and show someone how to move even if they don’t have rhythm. There is a popular move that we use, which requires upper moment as well as lower movements at the same time. Some people have a hard time being able to move one section of their body let alone coordinate both at the same time. I explain that it is easier to learn the lower body movement first and follow by the upper body; after a few tries people are able to master
The fastest way for a performer’s career to end is with an unexpected injury. My freshman year I suffered patella luxation, more commonly known as the dislocation of the kneecap. I was in a full leg brace for a month and a half, and then participated in physical therapy over summer break until I was cleared to return to dance for my sophomore year. The time I had to spend recuperating forced me to explore other pathways associated with my art.
Every time that the town of -------- is mentioned, my thoughts trail off to my dance recital in the year of 2010. Back then, I was a dancer at a studio called Dance Mania. My closest friend at the time, --------, and I were the only students enrolled in that class. We beamed about the recital since day one. We pondered over who would be in the audience and how we would receive this immense trophy with our names in cursive engraved on a gold strip across the bottom. I have to tell you, the costume had everything a girl in the second grade could ask for: a fluffy pink skirt lined with black sequins, all accompanied by a pink neck tie and a long sleeved shirt attached to the skirt. Just a couple weeks after the costumes were distributed, we got our pictures taken; when both of my arms were used to emphasize strong emotion to form a statuesque obtuse angle in the
Joining my High School dance team was one of the best decisions I ever made, until my junior year. The year started out great, we had a very talented team of 24 dancers and three amazing coaches. Our three routines showed everyone's strengths and were choreographed to perfection. However, as the season went on my team and I struggled to connect with one another. We got along but we saw each other as singular people not as one team. Our coaches also had many disagreements. It was always two against one with every decision that had to be made, and it really affected the team. We had our fair share of team talks to try and resolve our issues, but new issues just kept showing up. Towards the end of the season some people no longer enjoyed being on the team. The talk of practice soon
My experience in the dance field has given me unique qualities that I will carry into the veterinary profession. Through dance I learned to work with a team to perform in unity and to work with everyone’s differences to make a strong team. I believe these are also really important qualities to a veterinary team that I know how to utilize. I also spent some time teaching dance classes which taught me leadership skills, such as decision making and communication. Veterinarians are the leaders of the their team and having prior leadership positions will help me to assume that position
I pulled out a beautiful, white, elegant, and silky gown with gold sequins around its neck. In my opinion, this was a winning dress. Within the next twenty minutes, our names were being called. This was the first on-stage practice that we ever did. The stage was not so frightening as one would think. The big bright beams of light blinded me allowing me to feel as if noone was there. The stage became peaceful and relaxed. I began to practice with four inch heels, I noticed that this event was not properly organized. Everything that was dictated was made up as we went along this made me feel confused, but there was no giving up now.