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My music teacher was always amused by me and Margarita's singing. We always had fun singing, Honey, Honey by ABBA at home. Singing was my talent. However, I felt a little nervous for the concert that my teacher planned for all of her amazing students. My sister, Margarita felt that we were both completely ready for the concert but I didn't so comfortable. I started doubting myself. While I was singing in front of my teacher she had a huge smile on her face, and her body swaying back and forth until she saw me. She asked, "What's wrong?"
I said, "I'm not really sure about the concert. I don't think I will do good!"
She replied, "It's okay, when I was about to perform for the first time I felt nervous, and kept on saying, "I'm going to mess up, I'm going to mess up!" Then I got up on stage and I felt like the stage was my home! You are going to be fine. Just remember to smile, and move around that always helps!"
I still felt unconfident in myself. I followed my teachers advise on smiling, and moving around but every second of practice I felt the same way. The next practice was a little better. I felt a little more confident in myself than I usually did. I started singing with my sister, we had fun, and nothing was more special than that, "It was a sister moment". As I started singing my solo I started rocking out to the beat of the song. Swinging my body back and forth. My teacher was proud of us, especially me. My sister said, "That was awesome! I wish I can bust a move like that!" I started laughing. With my teachers expression, she seemed incredibly surprised by me. Finally, the day ended. As I was going to bed I felt more confident in myself!
It was a the day of the concert! Ring! Ring! My alarm clock went off! I ...
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...I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. I looked at my sister and she sang my solo. No one knew it was planned, it just happened. It was the end of the song. I ran off stage, behind me was my sister. I couldn't thank her enough for saving me out there. It was like no ever noticed.
Finally it was the end of the show. I changed with my sister while my parents waited us in the crowd. I ran to them. I said, "I think we did a great job! It's okay if I messed! I learned something. My sister will have my back, and support me. I love her!" My parents replied, "You looked stunning out on stage! Were glad that you didn't make a big deal out of this. You took this experience, and turned it into a lesson! That is all we could ever ask." they both gave me a kiss. I ran to my sister. I gave her a huge hug, and kiss and said, "I love you more than anyone in this whole wide world!"
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I was not always a social and outgoing individual and I considered myself unlucky in life. I never stood out and did not have enough confidence to attempt to do so, not until one day in middle school. My Mathematics professor gave us an unexpected test. A lot of my classmates did not do well and I was sure I would be one of them. To my greatest surprise I scored the highest in the class with an A on the test. She called me aside after that class to talk about how I could develop my Math skills. She also ...
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