Dance-Personal Narrative

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I swung my hips to the front of the stage with as much sass and energy that I could give and started to turn on the highest releve that I could bare, but as soon as I transfered all of my weight turning on my toes, I felt the sharpest pain running up and down through my body almost making me pass out, but I wasn’t giving up that easy. I’m not sure how I kept the smile on my face and body still perfectly balanced. But I did. Almost like someone else was dancing for me. The whole beginning of my routine was a complete blur, the only way I knew I was still alive and dancing well was the exhilarating cheer of the crowd. I think that that was the only way I kept on going, I blurred out my vision so all I had to do was think about what I had to do next, that made it easier I completely forgot about the judges sitting right in front of me carefully watching my every move. I couldn’t see anyones face in the audience but the roar coming from their mouths motivated me to keep on going. I wouldn’t give up without a

Just as if I was back at the studio dancing before I was hurt. And it was amazing. I had felt the real thrill of why I took up dancing in the first place and after everything I’ve gone through why I still love it. I was prepping for my 5 spin turn on the very tip burning hot tap shoe. I was in the right pace and was still keeping with the music. My right leg extended higher than that day at the studio and my foot was perfectly pointed above my head. I looked like a stick figure with straight long legs, one on the ground and one in the air. My legs were at 190 degrees and I had energy running through body all the way to my fingertips. I could have gone around 10 more times if I wasn’t in so much pain. My balance and focus was unbreakable. I was a tugboat pulling the largest barge in New York Harbor, and I was going to use all my strength to pull that huge, heavy barge all the way to the