During the Spring Break of 2015, I had a two hour dance camp Monday through Thursday on top of my regular classes. On Monday Carly challenged me to dance 50 hours that week; I laughed. However, I wanted to accept her challenge as much as I could so I set a goal to practice 24 hours that week. Each day I worked on a specific dance. These consisted of the Reel, Light Jig, Slip Jig, Single Jig, Treble Jig, Hornpipe, and a set dance. Each dance has two steps that are done on the right and left foot. On Tuesday, I chose to do Light Jig. This is a simple dance that is done in the beginner levels. I discovered that it is extremely hard to practice Light Jig for an hour, but I did it. When I told Carly, she asked me why I had been practicing Light Jig. I told her my plan to practice 24 hours that week. She laughed and said: “I like you.”
After two years of dancing I was able to get a school dress. This is a costume that the advanced dancers in Killarney wear. The day came and I was in class. We were almost finished doing our cool-downs when Connie--Carly's mom-- came in with a large cardboard box. I wasn't paying much attention until she tapped me on the shoulder and told me to come to the backroom. There, she proceeded to open the box. …show more content…
Would I just have to stand here, alone? The teams danced in groups of two, sharp and precise. Their faces were a mask, yet seeming to show glimpses of the competition in their eyes. Then they were done. I was mortified, frozen to the spot. All that work for what?! They couldn't see the old wooden floors and how sometimes, if you did your steps wrong, there was always a chance to injure yourself. They couldn't see how many times I had messed up before I had perfected my dance. I couldn't believe it had happened, and in front of everybody. Holding back tears, I walked off stage, not bothering to bow to the judge. It wasn’t long before the tears fell and a sob escaped my throat. I’d stood there,
After two years of dancing I was able to get a school dress. This is a costume that the advanced dancers in Killarney wear. The day came and I was in class. We were almost finished doing our cool-downs when Connie--Carly's mom-- came in with a large cardboard box. I wasn't paying much attention until she tapped me on the shoulder and told me to come to the backroom. There, she proceeded to open the box. …show more content…
Would I just have to stand here, alone? The teams danced in groups of two, sharp and precise. Their faces were a mask, yet seeming to show glimpses of the competition in their eyes. Then they were done. I was mortified, frozen to the spot. All that work for what?! They couldn't see the old wooden floors and how sometimes, if you did your steps wrong, there was always a chance to injure yourself. They couldn't see how many times I had messed up before I had perfected my dance. I couldn't believe it had happened, and in front of everybody. Holding back tears, I walked off stage, not bothering to bow to the judge. It wasn’t long before the tears fell and a sob escaped my throat. I’d stood there,