Research Paper On Stardom

When I was four years old I was introduced to a tall, petite, beautiful ballerina who spun around the room with elegance, and effortlessly captured the crowd with her stunning abilities. As a little girl, I sparkled with admiration and was inspired to be all she was, it was from that point on, that I ventured into an unknown world of art, strength and expression. Now being eighteen years old with about fourteen years of experience in the dance world, I have learned and developed the norms, values and practices of the culture, and the conflicting theory within it.

I’ve always dreamt of dancing in New York City and this summer I earned the opportunity to live out that dream. After auditioning and waiting months for a result, I was accepted into the Rockette’s Summer Intensive. The program was, in brief, intense. I went into the intensive not knowing anyone, first time in New York, and all while the stress looming over my head that I was performing with strangers the challenging choreography that was just thrown at me in seven days. The first few

From an early age, I loved to perform. Being the youngest girl with three older brothers, I could never get enough attention; This meant singing, dancing and being extremely outgoing to get everyone’s eyes on me. I still hear stories about my younger self dancing in front of mirrors, babbling about my dream of being a “star”. It wasn’t until much later, however, that I found I could put my love of performing to use.

As I sat enveloped in her story of overcoming conclusions, she taught my heart to embrace each quirky part of myself. I identified with Elle Woods’ need to prove herself. This idea of accepting individuality provided me with the courage to audition for my first show, the Arvada Center’s production of Footloose. Since that first nerve-racking, nail-biting experience, I have come to find myself through each move I dance onstage. Getting my first big role, the Dragon in a production of Shrek, I poured my heart out, knowing the people ready to judge and mock were watching. After the show, the peers who judged my intelligence approached me, saying things like, “I never knew you could sing like that.” Through performing I found myself again. I shifted back to the girl I was, the girl who cared about her morals. I want to perform, hoping to provide audience members with the ability to connect with characters who can offer them a point of realization, as Elle Woods did for me.

Our coaches had told us since the beginning that the months and months we would spend preparing for one particular day would all be worth it in the end. Taking place at New Castle Fieldhouse in early March 2015, I competed in the IHSDTA Dance team competition with my fellow teammates and members of the NHS dance team. We walked into the vast, expansive Fieldhouse knowing that it was the largest High School Fieldhouse in the Nation. The anticipation in the air was electric and full of excited chatter of girls who had been preparing for months for this one day… actually for these two minutes.

I have danced every year of my life since. I am humbled to say, that through long days and nights in the studio, sacrificing time with my friends and family, all of the blood, sweat, and tears, I have accomplished what I have been working for since I was a little girl waddling around swallowed in a big pink tutu. I was chosen for the lead role of Cinderella in the Danscompany of Gainesville’s “Cinderella Ballet.” This accomplishment is a reflection of my consistent and sustained work ethic. This tenacity is reflected in other areas of my life and will be a defining characteristic that I carry to

I’ve grown up in a ballet studio. Not literally, of course, but it is where I’ve spent the majority of my childhood. Throughout the years, the arts have followed me despite the different places life has taken me. Whether it be dance, acting, or music, performing has always played a role in my life. My experiences both on and off the stage have been rocky and unpredictable, but I wouldn’t trade this thrilling adventure for the world.

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

Dance perspectives has been an enlightening experience for me as a young, growing human and dancer. Listening to professors and guests tell their stories of how they've come to be at this time helped me see how raw and human these idols to me are. It’s so interesting to me how people will be so scared and idolize someone due to their social status and resume , but not see that they started off similar to them, that they are human as well. The only difference between the successful and ones who believe they aren’t, is that the ones many look up to have made a conscious effort to find true self and know their own energy.

“I had waited for six long years, and now I was ready, not just to show the world that I was a gifted dancer but that I was a true artist as well” (231).

It was the day, the day Gwen Saunders had been waiting, something she's been looking forward, something she's been doing since an infant: Dance. Her first international recital in front of thousands of people all over the world, and in front of her, four of the most famous dance judges sat before her, looking down at their papers, while the crowd mummer and continued their conversation before the lights dimmed on the clean, smooth stage.

Throughout my time at the O’brien Center of The Arts, performing has been a tremendous part of my ballet experience. The long hours and demanding rehearsals often creates a stressful environment, but the effect of this has helped me develop the ability to successfully cope with those pressures while establishing a quality production. I love the feeling of dancing on stage, challenging myself, and doing things I never thought I could do. I have danced numerous performances at the Spreckles Theater at Rohnert Park, and have been given very difficult roles. The discipline needed to perfect the choreography, and stay in sync with my fellow dance members is colossal, and takes a tremendous investment of my time and practice. This may seem somewhat

Anyone who has heard of “Dance Moms,” would look at someone who says, “I’ve grown up in a dance studio," with horror. I’m here to prove that sentiment wrong. When I was eight, I enrolled in my first dance class at Buffa’s Dance Studio. Nine years later, the studio director offered me a job. This opportunity soon became much more than a typical high school part time job. I worked side by side with the studio owner; each year registering 500+ dancers for their annual classes, order thousands of costumes and producing six recitals, complete with lighting, sound, and special effects. Although not realizing it at the time, she had offered me much more than a job. It was there I would spend my summer days and nights, working with and learning

I brought my good friend and older sister to my favorite live show since I was 8, America’s Got Talent. Every Tuesday and Wednesday, we would sit my living room, yelling at the flatscreen at our favorite acts and stuffing our mouths with buttered popcorn. My sister had only scored the tickets that morning, so it was kind of a hassle to get ready and leave the house as soon as possible. We stood in the line for an hour or so. The blue sky was shielded with dark clouds; the air was still damp and thick. Across the street was a model in a photoshoot. She would step off the sidewalk while looking behind her, then step back up to do it again. We watched her do it a good 35 times. A little further down was a few guys dumping counterfeit designer

I treasured the moment. I put on my shades and walked across the hall with a determined look. I made my way backstage and was suddenly called to the stage. The spotlight was brighter than the suns ray. I foolishly put my shades back on and take a look around me. Complete silence was around me. Such a quiet, yet eerie atmosphere. Eyes across the stage followed me like a homing missile. I strum a chord and begin playing. A rough start was quickly changed whenever the music began progressing. After all, all that practice made me