Personal Narrative: River Dance

This is a must watch Broadway show that makes your fine, terrible, or even boring day, an absolute blast. The Play That Goes Wrong has finally made its way to America and right at the heart of New York City near Times Square at the Lyceum Theatre. Therefore, the experience is a win-win situation for the audience. The Lyceum Theatre’s architecture is astonishing as it is filled with ornaments, I also realized the letter ‘L’ around the theater, but the most interesting fact is that it is a landmark. It has a proscenium stage while the audience is in the orchestra, balcony, or the mezzanine seats, like where I sat, and there is barely any space if you are a tall person. My seat was near the far end of mezzanine, I couldn’t see a part of the left side of the stage, so I found myself bending sideways to see what was going on, but I saw nothing. I found the side stage lights and a side balcony blocking my view and yet I had a great time.

I stood staring at my mom with a blank expression as she applied foundation on my face followed by powder and blush and a number of other various cosmetics that I had lost count of. Makeup, hair, costume, all of those were on the back of my mind as the thought of performing in front of three hundred people clouded my thoughts. All around me were muffled sounds of other dancers frantically running around trying to get ready in time, mothers yelling at their daughter's, music blaring from various speakers, doors opening and closing, metal hitting the tile floors as tappers practiced down the hall, but all I could hear was the thundering sound of my heart beat in my chest. My body started quivering slightly. The nerves were setting in. I don’t

I have learned a lot of lessons in the past years in my life, but the most helpful lesson that I have learned occurred about two years ago. It was the summer of 2015 and my dance studio, Central City Dance, decided to go to Charleston, South Carolina for a national competition. Days before we traveled there, my team was told by our dance teachers that many dance studio in South Carolina are very serious about dancing. We were told that they dance about 10 hours a day and get home schooled, so they can improve at dancing. My team and I were all not looking forward to competing against these hard-working studios, but deep down everyone on the Central City Dance competitive team knew that we could possibly win the entire competition with our huge

As we dressed for the show, my thoughts were flooded with images and ideas. We descended the hotel stairs, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the theatre; while I remained in a pleasant daze. My first impression of the Nederlander met and exceeded all my expectations. I had envisioned an old theater, forgotten by the Broadway elite. As we walked to the door, we were able to see the wall signed by the cast and photos of the premier. The theater itself had a rundown feel to it and left you with the distinct impression that the magic was within the walls and on stage. As we entered the doors, I soaked in every thing. Our seats were located in the center, orchestra section, which gave us a perfect view of all the action.

In my school I am part of a community service group called start something, we help people in our community who are not as fortunate, or help clean in our community to keep our city beautiful. My first community service event was the Spicket River cleanup, the Spicket River is a small river that goes through Lawrence. The river goes through many parts of Lawrence, some people’s trash ends up in the river,[every year I look forward to this event to help the environment and my community] this is why every year I look forward to participating in The Spicket River Cleanup.

I decided to arrive a half hour early to witness all the elements of the stage, audience, and theater in order to truly express my thoughts on the external features of the play. The Marroney theatre has 332 seats which were designed like movie theatre chairs. They were manufactured to be a bold red with black carpet surrounding the floor to cover the entire theatre space. For the first thirty minutes before Born Yesterday started, the theatre played classical music to soothe the ears of the audience and create a bridge to a rather quiet prolonged

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.

I enjoy dancing, I was part of the cheerleading team in high school, I also did one year in college and I occasionally participate in my sororities stroll team. With my years of experience in choredographed dance, I have been able to choreograph routines and teach them to my sorority sisters. I have the patience to explain and show someone how to move even if they don’t have rhythm. There is a popular move that we use, which requires upper moment as well as lower movements at the same time. Some people have a hard time being able to move one section of their body let alone coordinate both at the same time. I explain that it is easier to learn the lower body movement first and follow by the upper body; after a few tries people are able to master

The sand under my bare feet is surprisingly cool. I'm sprinting as fast as I can toward the ocean, inhaling the briny air with relish. It's my last day in California and I'm finally where I've longed to be my whole trip. My best friend, Sabrina, is far behind me, carefully piling our things by the steps winding down from the massive pier to the beach side. I spin mid-leap and wave wildly to her. I hear some Japanese tourists laughing at my glee, and that just makes me smile even wider. She waves back and jogs to me, carefully avoiding the flock of angry seagulls I recklessly ran through a minute prior. I gave Sabrina my cellphone to hold since I wasn't sure if I was going to run into the water or not, and she's now filming me with it. I don't know what exactly she's hoping to capture, but I'm glad she's preserving the moment, although I'm sure I'll never forget it.

“Year after year we always get so close, but we never make it,” Dustin screamed throughout the dance studio. We all acted like we weren’t listening, but we all were. This year we all had one thing on our mind and that was making it to Nationals. Dustin was right, but none of us wanted to admit it. I always said, “Maybe the judges weren’t watching.” Maybe they were just crazy, but I knew that it was because we didn’t match up to the other team.

My experience in the dance field has given me unique qualities that I will carry into the veterinary profession. Through dance I learned to work with a team to perform in unity and to work with everyone’s differences to make a strong team. I believe these are also really important qualities to a veterinary team that I know how to utilize. I also spent some time teaching dance classes which taught me leadership skills, such as decision making and communication. Veterinarians are the leaders of the their team and having prior leadership positions will help me to assume that position

I sat in the doctor's office. Sitting. Waiting. The room felt so empty and quiet. My mom and I sat there. Waiting. I felt as though we had been waiting for hours. Eventually, the doctor walked through the door. I was hoping he would say my tests came back and showed improvement. I had been diagnosed with a stress fracture the previous year. We thought maybe it was something bigger. As it turns out, we were right. He sat down as we anticipated his words. We sat anxiously in our seats. “I’m so sorry… I must have missed it. The tests came back… you have a tumor”.

There are certain things in life that can be equated to dancing with the devil; in my case, I mean, most literally, dancing. The first time I set foot in the basement of the salsa club Ceviche, I was only twelve years old. My parents and I had been taking lessons at the ballroom dance studio Cheek2Cheek for the past year or two. An instructor from the studio also taught group lessons at this dance club and upon learning this, my parents decided to check it out, and they brought me along. Back then, the place was less than impressive: the dance floor area was small, dismal carpeting lined the outer ring, the walls and ceiling were dingy and stained and the people looked nothing like the stunning individuals seen on “Dancing with the Stars.”. I did not know it then, but Ceviche was to be a place where I would feel incredibly drawn; this venue was destined to be a whole new world that would allow me to discover a part of myself I had not known before.

I've always struggled with staying consistent. This started happening since I was six. I remember I wanted to be a ballerina. I would spend time in my room twirling around, and dancing (with bad form of course) until I was actually part of a class. I immediately became uninterested. It was just so boring learning about positions and posture, so I left, and tried tap dancing. I never got into a class, but I got over it quick anyways. Another important experience was when I was twelve years old. I found this portuguese song that I really liked. It made me want to learn portuguese. I was actually staying on top of my game, then I just fell off, and forgot practically everything I learned. The point is I hated how I could never push through, and

My Fiancee and I had just entered the Ford’s Theater that evening. The exterior design of the theater was made of bricks and painted white. The interior was filled with seats and a large stage that stretched from one side of the wall to another. I have came to the theater many times but this was the first time I had brought my fiancee to come with me. I think she came to the theater with me because rumors say that the president was also coming.