The story of Gatsby reminds me of my dance career. When I first joined the school’s dance team, I was the weakest link of the group. I was barely in the front, and my coach would get frustrated with me at times. For the first few months practicing with the team, I felt like giving up and telling myself that, maybe dance isn’t meant for me. But, soon after I realized that holding onto this feeling of having no hope in myself, is a waste of feeling. So, I decided to take some dance workshops hoping to improve; my goal was to grab my coach’s attention. After months of practicing and taking dance workshops, my coach noticed my improvements, and decided to put me in the front for a dance piece. When I finally got the chance to be in the front, I
