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Personal Narrative: Hills West Dance

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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

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