Personal Narrative On Ballet

To say I was scared, was an understatement. I was terrified. This was my first ballet class in 4 years and I knew what it was like. The strict tone that perfected students. The perfect students that singled you out as the one who didn’t know what she was doing. After I had bombed my auditions for a certain highschool dance team, I realized that while on my 4 year hiatus, I really missed dancing. The only problem is, the studio I used to go to was going under, and they were splitting into some weird private dance studio, with half the size and significantly less teachers, and there really wasn’t anything nearby. Except for the Milwaukee Ballet school.
“Alice, this isn’t a recital, your hair is fine” my mother said as she drove me to my new studio. I was sitting in the passenger seat yanking my hair back into a smooth bun, desperately trying to settle the wisps of hair that flew off the crown of my head. “I just want the teacher to know that I’m serious about getting into ballet” I stated. …show more content…
I was attending an audition class and the deep fear that I wouldn’t know what I was doing was prevalent. We pulled into the parking lot and stepped out, turning around to face the row of buildings all squished together. There were several doors with things such as a chiropractor, a law firm, and in the middle was a door with the words “Milwaukee Ballet School”. I walked forward and tugged on the door. It didn’t move. I pulled even harder and yet the door remained solid. I paced back and forth passing by all the other doors. In one of the doors I saw a girl with a dance bag next to her. I glanced for a second then walked away, feeling rather awkward about asking