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Descriptive Essay About Dance

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“Now hold it.” Those are the worst words a ballet instructor can say. I stood on my tiptoes, hands above my head, trying to hold my uncomfortable pose. There were about twelve other girls in my class filling up the wide dance room.There were mirrors on every wall making sure that you would be able to see your every move. We all wore pink, fluffy tutus with black leotards underneath and pale pink ballet slippers. I could feel my legs start to shake as I struggled to hold the pose our ballet instructor had ordered us to do but soon I was on the ground. I could feel all the other girls start to look at me and my cheeks started to turn red from embarrassment. I kept my head down and started to get up when I heard the loud tap of some black high heels. The shoes reached to where I was lying and I looked up to my very annoyed looking teacher, Ms. Freel, or better known to the parents and older ballerinas as Jenny. Ironically, we had the same name but we were completely different people. On the first day of classes she made it clear that we must call her Ms.Freel and only Ms.Freel. Ms. Freel was an old, stern looking woman who only wore her hair in a slicked back bun. She wore the same black dress that reached her ankles and black tights underneath.I never understood why she would be liked by anyone from how scary she seemed. Yet, the older more experienced ballerinas adored her and the new ballerinas were absolutely afraid of her.
Afraid is what I felt when I looked at how

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