My Experience Of Dance

The experiences I have had during my 15 years at AnneMarie’s Dance Centre have been a journey which I have done nothing but made the best of and tried to enjoy every second of it. In the early years of my dance career, I danced for fun and to have an enjoyable time with the friends I had made. Also when I was younger, I thought I wanted to dance because I wanted to follow in my mom and aunt’s footsteps as being a dancer at AnneMarie’s. I wanted to have the same experiences dancing they both had

“Tha ka dhimmi,” said my Indian dance teacher as I nervously walked into Sreepadam School of Arts for the first time. I greeted her while her soft smile helped me consider dance to not be so terrible. The hopeful consideration abruptly stopped as she instructed me to stomp my right foot, for I did not know which one was which. Little did I know this was the place I would create lifelong memories and learn the immense impact of dedication and hard work. Whatever a dancer must learn can not be mastered

Dance Lessons My hands were sweating bullets, my stomach felt like it is a butterfly habitat. It was nearly seconds before I was to perform on stage. Here, let me back it up a little bit. It was early September, late August of the year 2007; when my dad and I walked from my old house to a somewhat small house up the road. It was blue and there was a beautiful dance studio in the basement called Bleakers. I was two turning three, so I wasn’t completely clear on what dance was, or what I was doing

so effortless when they danced. To me, they were the definition of perfect. Every goal I ever reached for in dance, they had accomplished. It was no secret that I yearned to be them. How could I get myself to their point of expertise? The answer was simple, I had to train like the Hubbard Street Dancers. Hubbard Street, a contemporary dance studio in Chicago, was my dream place to dance at since I was a young girl. For starters, I awed over their company dancers and the instructors trained their

Every time I came to dance class every Monday and Wednesday, my mind was completely into it. Perhaps, the stress from homework and midterms was gone. This year, it was my first time being in the dance class. I remember watching YouTube videos of people professionally dancing hip-hop and doing moves I’ve never thought I would do, ever in my whole life. When I chose Hip-Hop Dance 152, I was worried because I knew that at any time I could just make an embarrassing move in front of everyone. However

I am one of those people. My parents have always told me that I have the gift of dance. I never wanted to believe that I held this gift because I’d feel obligated to showcase it; I don’t enjoy it when everyone’s attention is directed towards me. I also felt like they were over exaggerating my dancing skills which, to me, are on the same level as any other person. A few weeks ago, the song “Broad Shoulders” by Taylor Bennett featuring Chance the Rapper played on my Pandora for the first time.

When I think about my experience with improvisation, I would say that I have had experience but not a lot of experience. I definitely haven’t had enough experience to where I get excited about doing improvisation. Most of my experience with improvisation comes from my high school dance program. In some dance pieces that I performed in during high school, the choreographer would ask us to do improvisation for a section of the dance. Likewise, my senior year dance teacher occasionally had us do structured

are shaking with nerves waiting to be called onto the stage. My heart starts pumping a thousand miles per minute and I am completely overwhelmed, but once the music starts I am at home, where I’m most comfortable. The stage lights shined bright against the black marly floors, and with one last deep breath I gracefully ran out and took my place. I felt a number of things in the moment; but above all, it was joy. Complete and utter joy for my craft. Dancing, in the simplest terms, can be defined as rhythmical

For my social dance experience, I am going to discuss dancing at a friend’s wedding that I just recently attended. The dancing occurred during the reception following the wedding and took place at a barn owned by my friend’s Pastor. The barn was meticulously decorated with burlap, lights, and much more. The people dancing were mainly middle class Caucasian people. The age groups dancing ranged from teenagers to people around 50 years-old. I chose this dance event to participate in and analyze because

During my senior year of high school, I realized the power dance has to expose oneself to a different culture. Previously, I had trained in mainly ballet, jazz, hip-hop, and lyrical within a studio. I got thrown into a high school world cultures dance class. The title of the class was kept vague so that the teacher is free to teach any type of “cultural” dance they feel qualified to teach. The teacher taught the class about Umfundalai, a contemporary African dance technique. The movements were contemporary