Descriptive Essay About Dance

She had somehow managed to nab front row seats the day before the opera, and I was thrilled. My mom and I were bawling our eyes out towards the end of the opera, and it absolutely blew both of us away. A little spark was ignited in my heart and I knew that it was the start of something big. I understood deep down that I loved performing onstage and that I loved musical theater, but this was something new and exciting for me. A way to perform without dialogue and only song? Count me in. I was drawn to singing like a moth to a light, and knew that this is where I wanted my life to go from that instant on. After embarking on my classical singing journey, I feel as if I have come full circle. Now whenever I go to NATS competitions, I notice younger competitors are looking up to me and asking me questions, something I could’ve never imagined happening to me when I was younger. Now, I’ve competed in the Classical Singer Competition, and at the NATS Nationals conference, which I am proud to have placed second in.

“Don’t worry, we’re both gonna do great!” I explained, even though I was nervous too. That was the day we were finally trying out for competitive dance at our dance studio, Bleker’s. Bleker’s used to do competitive dance years ago, and finally, after I had been dancing there for 9 years, they started to do comp again!

Suddenly My mom started to finally understand how nervous I was about this it was like a light bulb was on top of her head and it had just turned on. Then she explained how it won’t be as scary because I would be practicing everything with my dance teacher Mrs.Dawnell. Also, she told me that I would get to practice with my friends, But she also told me that we would have to practice doing our interviews. I was even more scared of that even though it was just going to be practice. I can’t even imagine what i’m going to feel when i’m in interviews with the judges.

The dancers in the earliest ballets were highly skilled professionals capable of feats of strength and agility.

I wake up. It’s the day of the show. I feel a nervous knot in my stomach and the pressure on my shoulders. I was the only person on my team to qualify for IEA Regional’s. Usually on show days we get up early and to the barn by 6 or 7. Today was different, I didn’t need to be there until noon. I couldn’t sleep though, so I got up and got dressed. The show was in Charleston, so my dad and I went the night before to spend time downtown. After breakfast we drove to Starbucks to buy some time before meeting my coach at the show.

The morning of the dress rehearsal I go over my lines once more. The cast was told that we would go to first and second and then leave for third. Some people were so nervous they were biting, some running around with excitement. As for me I feel excited but as the show gets closer and closer my mind is having confits. We get to the stage and put on our costumes and makeup. My hands were so shaky I had to have someone else do my make up.

The show was starting in just a few hours and everyone was rushing around making sure nothing would go wrong. The dancers putting on the last of their makeup going through their check-list. “Pointe shoes hair sprayed? Check. Hair hair sprayed? Check. False eyelashes? Not check!". I found myself wandering away from the others to a place where I can get just a minute alone. A minute alone to collect my thoughts before heading into the chaos. My dance was relatively soon so I decided to head back to get ready early. Standing backstage will most likely be the most nerve-racking experience ever. My white dress sparkled due to diamonds sewed onto the bodice. A crown placed in front of my bun made me feel complete. "Listen, you have to seize the moment and stay in it. Use that adrenaline and make this the best you have ever dance. But most importantly, have fun while you are out there. I'm proud of you". With Olivia's words, I get a sense of courage flow me. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'm not going to throw away my shot". She smiles at me encouragingly. The audience claps and the music ends. Oh dear god it's my turn next. My body goes on autopilot as the music starts. Grand Jeté after Grand Jeté I leap, twirl, and pose my way off the stage; a smile not leaving my face the whole

Mister Chan called us, We went near him and he told us that “Don’t be nervous or be scared, Just think about how hard all of you practice to perfect these performance. You guys can do it, Some of you are first timers and might think that you can’t do it but YOU CAN because YOU WILL” We did a group hug and went up to the stage. Thanks to My dance instructor Mister Chan and to Eleanor Roosevelt because that quote made me what I am

I was ecstatic! Not long after that I run to my parents in joy and they have chocolate for me, I was happy, but I was happier with my chocolate too. In the end my family was the proudest family ever. My mom was almost in tears from her joy. My dad had a smile that went all the way to his ears. My brother gave me the biggest hug he could possibly give with the tiny hands he had. Let's not even mention my grandma, she so happy she could bounce off the walls. Most importantly, I was proud of myself and what I have accomplished. As I walk out of monsters of hip-hop with my head held high and a smile on my face I went home and I rested my body for another day of

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.

Well, we got to my sister’s house on Friday, and the showing we were going to was the first Saturday performance. We got ready to go, by ready to go, I mean painting nails, trying on shoes, and doing make-up.

“It’ll be fun! It would help you improve your skills,” my mom replied. At the time, she didn’t understand why I hesitated to join the class. First, it required an audition. I hate performing in front of a single person. Especially if I knew I wasn’t prepared for it. Second, I was

Run through your choreography one last time. Make mom proud. Even more importantly, make Miss Maria proud. You can’t mess up, there are so many people watching. These are all things racing through my mind as I make my way to being only inches away from one of the most terrifying moments of my life: Performing my first ever solo on a stage in front of three judges and hundreds of people. Don’t forget to hold eight counts first. I cannot believe I’m actually about to do this. Don’t stress yourself out. You’ll do fine.

Once I arrived to rehearsal, we immediately began practicing the most challenging pieces first. After practicing for about four hours, eighteen musicians, eighteen stands, eighteen instrument cases, and a conductor, packed onto the bus. We were on our way to the festival. When we arrived at the festival, we set up our stuff, practiced the introduction and bows. After going through the songs again, I felt like I had played these songs my entire life. It was about three o’clock, we went to the dining hall and had dinner before the performance, since the performance started at seven. After eating, we my friends and I walked around the campus talking. I entered the dressing room and changing into my black dress, and black dress shoes. Once again we went through places and entrances. We all made our way backstage, holding our instruments and music. We entered the stage, bowed and sat down to

I nervously laced up my ballet shoes. Along with all the other girls, we quickly walked over to the director. We all surrounded and tried to see him. He seemed incredibly mean, the old director had a stern look on his face, I felt like he was staring right at me. After what seemed like forever, he finally said something. He started calling numbers. “12, 47, 34 and 88” he shouted in a deep booming voice. I knew what this meant, he was calling tag numbers so girls would come up and do the number we should have learned. It definitely was incredibly hard. I probably didn’t have what it takes. The first group of girls had four of them. They all looked very similar, tall, thin with dark brown hair. I watched them, and realized they were competition.