The Life Of My Life

We burst out of the door, unveiling ourselves to the crowd outside. We felt like rock stars. Everyone had to get a few more pictures with other friends as they arrived and then we filed inside. The place was decorated from top to bottom, glittered stars hung from the ceiling, white Christmas lights twinkled all around, and glimmering gowns in every color made the entire venue sparkle. As a class, months earlier, we had chosen the theme, “I’ve had the time of my life”. The girls had pulled it from our favorite movie, “Dirty Dancing”, and I think the boys just went with it. We sat down for dinner where we were served our choice of meat, with rice or potatoes and a medley of veggies. Nobody ate much though, either because of nerves, vanity, or just plain desire to get to showing off our best moves, we wanted to boogie! After about an hour the tables were cleared off of the dance floor and it was time to the highly anticipated partying. The DJ played the hottest jams of 1999 and we danced the night away. Most of the girls were in their bare feet, unable to take the pain of high heels any longer as we busted our best moves.

I usually spend my Friday nights in my dorm room catching up on some homework. This weekend I decided to take a day off to go and enjoy a great weekend. I was invited to the Black and Gold Masquerade Ball that was held in the Trent Lott Center. It was a very nice environment. The place was dark with some nice lights that were all in the top of the ceiling and around the edges of the walls. There was a table with a gorgeous center piece on it that had a lot of different colors, and different kinds of feathers surrounding it. As I continued to look around, I saw how nice the tables were set up and how beautiful the decoration were put into place as well. My favorite section of the entire dance was the food section, the fruits were designed into different shapes, and the drinks were place in these very nice see thru bowls. It was a very nice scenery and the atmosphere was great!

-dance: The traditional waltz will always be in debuts, but in our waltz we added our own little twist. Usually, there will also be another performance from the debutant, but since Maggie and I were running out of time we had to cancel that out. Our theme song was Lemonade (Jeremy Passion's version). Maggie and I love that song, we complete thought it was appropriate for us to use is as our waltz song. We had paired our court by height, (because we really do care about height differences). There were 11 pairs (including Maggie and I and our escorts). We choreographed our waltz with Yasmine, we sort of took some of her moves (from her quinceañera) and made new ones in between a less than a week or so. The dance varied from moves such as the

My family hosts a big party each year, with all my friends and relatives invited. They’re all huddled round a TV screen, with the aroma of sizzling sausage in the air. You would walk through the halls of my house, the walls are bleeding with the colours of each team, face paint was constructed onto the rosy

Friday came quicker than I'd imagined, and unexpectedly I had found myself really looking forward to going to the dance. Of course, there was the possibility that something truly horrible might happen there. Either between Abellona showing up or the bitches doing something to screw with me, most likely both. But I wasn't going to let that keep me down if I could. My skills had been steadily improving along with my confidence in them, which had me feeling pretty cocky. And, having spent much of the past week hanging out with Katelyn, Tucker, and Owen only added to my well-being. Seeing the boys again had made me feel like I was right back at home in Saraland, on my own turf. I had felt ready to take on anything, and how unbelievably wrong I was to think that.

It felt like forever before the organist started to play, signaling the arrival of the brides. The men gave each other an excited look, knowing they were about to see their brides for the first time. They were both curious about how they would look, wondering what kind of dresses they had picked, but no matter what they knew their girls would be stunning.

A lifetime flashed before my eyes, moments from my past dancing an intricate dance, mingling and mixing with the lights that shined above like well-versed socialites at a party.

By the time June 7th came, we were all ready to get up on the stage and dance. One of my best friends, Payton, was the lead in the little kids show so hers was before ours. I walked in, congratulated her, and set up my costumes. Soon after, the show had begun. I was so nervous to go on stage because we were one of the first acts but when I walked on, I felt very confident, with the lights shining down on my face. You know what, I dance because I love it not because I want to compete with my friends, I said to myself and that cheered me up. The show flew by, even though it was about two and a half hours, and we were

The minute I walked through the front door, my head was spinning and I was cringing from all the chaos taking place. Pots and pans banging together, dogs barking, music playing and people shouting. Nobody’s sitting around mingling like you would expect, our family likes to do things very last minute. My Uncle Chris and Grandpa are in the kitchen cooking so my dad joins them, my mom and my Aunt Val start helping my Aunt Karen set the table and attempt to find matching table placements. As soon as my cousin Mia, who’s 12 knows I’m there, she comes running up to me and before she can say anything, I stop and ask her “What on earth are you wearing?”

At the beginning of the party, as the family and some close friends started to arrive, everyone exchanged greetings. It had been a few months for the whole family to reunite, so everyone was pleased to see one another. Once they had surprised my uncle’s mother, the party had officially started. At first, it was wonderful seeing and getting together with the family. After several months apart from my cousins, it was awesome to be around them again. My cousins and I would always spend time inside

The second I got to my car, I immediately started sobbing. All the feelings I put on pause in the banquet were now immersing my entire body. I felt utterly heartbroken and worthless. I began to question why I danced, and why I ever tried to put in the effort of trying to stand out and be better if it never meant anything to anyone. Even more, I began to question why I tried my hardest to do anything in life because I felt as though I never got the recognition I thought I deserved.

On a chilly Friday night in December at the Dixson center at Lurleen B. Wallace community college it was opening night for the Andalusia Ballet’s Nutcracker and in the wing with a little pink tutu with white and pink stoned embroiders on the top and around the skirt ready to walk onto the stage as every little girl’s dreams the Sugar Plum Fairy. As I was rolling through my pointe shoes to get my feet warmed up. I was so excited and nervous I could barely stand still. This was the moment I have been waiting for since I was three years old. When the music started my partner takes my hand to lead me out onto the stage as the hot lights hit my skin for the first time and I saw the audience and the audience to saw us for the first time. While we are dancing through the pas de deux I couldn’t believe I was the sugar plum fairy. I began to sweat excitement and nervous it was the best feeling. I caught a glance of my mom who was watching from the side of the stage I couldn’t let if she was crying, smiling or both. I think she was proud of me and how far I had come there were some moments that I wanted to throw in the towel and give up but could never do it. As we get through without pas de deux I couldn’t feel anything my body was numb from excitement. I was sweating joy as I was running off the stage for him to do his variation and so I could get ready for mine. I waited in the wings for my partner to run off and the audience to finish clapping. In the silence, I walked out onto

When I arrived at my friend’s house, we decided to practice our dance routine and discuss about what we were going to do that day. Excitement filled the air as we were anticipating for the thrilling day.

The stuffy room, because of the former group also auditioning, was quickly filled with dancers of different height, experience, and age. We impatiently stood in a line from youngest to oldest and waited. The judge welcomed us; then she told us to step forward, say our name, grade, and a fact about ourselves. When it got to my turn, I walked out of line and said, “Hi my name is Katie Ryan. I am in sixth grade, and I’ve been dancing since I was two years old”. There was a pause, and I went back to my spot. After waiting for everyone else to say their name, grade, and a fact about themselves, it was finally time to dance.

Months before all the chaos of ordering costumes and preparing for the recital, the dancers all needed to take time and practice. Everyone loved dancing in the quiet little studio each week. The disadvantage was that each time you would step in, the air in the room would feel a lot like getting stabbed in the back with an ice cold knife. The air awoke the dancers and I up as if the air was an alarm that was blaring in our eardrums. As the dancer slipped on their tap shoes, I, of course, was prepared for an exciting adventure filled lesson with some of my closest friends by my side. The rush of adrenaline made my heart beat faster and faster. My stomach began doing somersaults as if I was still in acro class. My recital was only a week away and the