I am a naturally happy person. I like holding hands, grinning ear-to-ear, laughing till I cry. I've always hated sadness because I feel like I'm bringing others down, and I never want that.
When I got selected to Dance for my spring PFO arts experience this year, naturally, I was excited. This quickly changed, however, when I walked into the doors of our rehearsal space and it dawned on me that this wasn't dancing around the house by myself: this was a real dance, in front of real people, for a nonprofit organization with a major impact in the community. I wasn't smiling anymore. As we did a few across-the-floor exercises on the first day, I just felt awkward, nervous, and scared. In my head, I was imagining everyone watching me and thinking
Their pointed feet, perfected turns, and enthralling appearances left me in awe as the Hills West danceline performed a breathtaking routine at our annual homecoming. As I watched from stands, I knew I had to add a new chapter to my long life as a dancer. However, after being a member for a year, everything changed once a new coach was employed who desired to downsize the team. She met with us individually, hosted new tryouts, and ultimately decided that I would be one of the girls removed from the team. I was shattered, deflated, but mainly lost. Cutting me from my own team was like robbing me of my identity. If I was not a dancer, then what was I? It me took weeks to optimistically view life after danceline. Although coach asked me to rejoin
The dancer awoke in a bed covered with unironed clothes and mismatching sheets. Even though the sheets were mismatching they still looked fine. It was 7 in the morning and Sophie had to get up and start packing for a tour around Australia that her mum wants her to go on. It was a nice bright and sunny day she felt like it was last Australia day with no wind and the sun bright up in the sky, all she wanted to do was go outside and play with her friends. Her mum called out for her, “Sophie time to wake up and start packing”
When I first received the word that the University of Southern Mississippi was going to be offering a jazz dance technique course, I could not have been more ecstatic. Jazz dance has always been a major passion of mine, and I plan on continuing to broaden my understanding of this form of dance. In this course I hope to grow as a jazz dancer so that I may be more equipped to teach others jazz dance technique.
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,
Beginning this class I had taken some ballet before and had a good understanding of the basics even if I was not totally comfortable doing them. However, I still struggled with turning out at the hips, balancing on relevé, maintaining por de bra in an exercise, tilting my head when needed, keeping my neck long, engaging my core (especially when balancing), and using my plie in almost everything. While I was comfortable doing several other things, I know that ballet requires everything to be specifically engaged and that I could not slack in any part of my technique. Things like tilting my head, maintaining por de bra, and keeping my neck long, I am still getting used to but they are becoming more natural as I repeat them each week. It really
What in the world is taking so long? I wondered to myself. My team and I were at the Jamestown Civic Center for the NDADD State Dance Competition. I danced for the Sheyenne JV team as an eighth grader and my best friends in the world, Anna and Alexa, were on the team with me. All of the JV and Varsity teams had performed their kick routines and everyone was waiting for the judges to announce which teams would move on to the finals. Finally, music started playing from the massive gym right outside of the hallway we were waiting in, our cue that the results were finished. Every team that had competed kick, including both of our Sheyenne teams, wandered out onto the gym floor and took a seat in a circle.
When I was 10 I began going to a church where they have a dance ministry and a band ministry I thought it was really cool and fun. I seen the girls danced in the alter with a tambourine I was a little girl I wanted to dance too with them so I told my mother I want to be in the dance ministry and my mother talked to the pastor's wife and she said I was able to start going to the practices with the girls on Friday's night . I learned all the steps and moves in 3 months and I began dancing in the alters I was super exited I loved it. I moved to Texas in September 2011 and we found a church over there they did not have a dance ministry there and they planned to have one, my mother talked to them about me being able to teach the girls how to dance
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.
How hard could it be to learn to dance Marinera? I told my parents. They were amazed to hear that because Marinera is a hard, and competitive dance. After my first performance, I knew that Marinera was my favorite and only dance for me.
When I was little the earliest memories I had was in the Lori Allen Dance Company. When I was three my mom put me in dance class to not only strengthen my muscles, but to get me to be more social. Even though I was still very young, my mom was very scared that I would grow up and never open up to anyone else, but her. The first day of dance class I remember like it was yesterday. I walked in and a bunch of little girls were putting on their ballet shoes. My mom walked me in and sat down on the floor. She knew that if she were to leave me there in that room I would run out screaming and crying. For the first couple of dance practices I wouldn't take my eyes off my mom. I wanted to make sure that she didnt abandoned me. After about ten practices
“ you’ve never SEEN me dance. how do you know that ‘m not great at it ? ” the seesaw between their conversation’s temperament has his head spinning. ( or maybe it was downing almost half of the BITTER drink in his hand. ) if he wants to, he could pass out right now. close his eyes, relive the amount of SHIT that’s hit the fan in his life and go to sleep thinking about it. wake up with multiple kinks in his neck and a SOUR attitude to match. he won’t. can’t. not with jason here with him. shoulder bumps back into jason’s but he keeps himself leaning towards him. the warmth is pleasant and the physicality reminds him to keep calm, stay grounded.
"You become a vampire. But you will turn into a zombie if you don't feed."
Growing up, I never really found my niche of belonging. I bounced around from soccer teams to theatre camps to cheerleading teams and choir performances, never really finding anything intriguing me to stay put in one activity or sport. Going into high school, I felt out of place. Everyone had a group, a team, and a sense of belonging. I had signed up to take the dance class to earn a fine arts credit, and a sudden new - found passion had taken over my body, mind and life.
A big lesson learned early on is to always trust friends. The time, the end of sixth grade and my school was having an end of the year dance. It was my first dance and I had so much to think about. Whom was I going to take? What was I going to wear? How was I going to dance? Most importantly, how was I going to act like a complete idiot like usual? Panicking I took misguided advice from my ninety-year-old grandfather. Being lost, I completely followed his advice and had the worst experience of my life.
The day I tried out for my first dance was one of the most exciting and terrifying days ever. I had been in dance classes before then but never on a team like this. This team competed, traveled, and performed at halftimes for basketball and football games. I couldn't wait to try out but, was worried I wouldn't make the team. I new there were girls better than me that had tried out the previous years.My best friend kaybree was also trying out for hey team the same year, we were both hoping that we would get to dance together on the competing team.