Nutcracker Concert Report

I had just broken my glasses. It was December and my elementary school class would be taking us to the most recognized Ballet, The Nutcracker. Because our seats were pretty far from the stage, I found it very difficult to see. Embarrassed, I walked and spoke to my teacher, she of course understood my situation and arranged for me and a friend to sit in the front row. Breathtaking was the experience, gazing at the beautiful ballerinas in their intricate costumes and tutus, dancing on their pointes, making jetès and èchappès, I remained extremely captivated throughout the whole performance. I gained something more than the experience however, I developed a dream that turned into a goal. Determined, I wanted to perform, to leave others in awe and hopefully have them experience the similar feelings as I did

Confusingly, I looked at her I responded that I was, she then explained that the Hispanic community of the parish was starting folklore dance group to dance during the holidays. Excitement rushed throughout my body when my mom agreed to let me take part of the group, she *explained that she didn't it was fair for me that my brother was participating on a baseball team while I've been wanting to dance for years. In order to perform, I of course needed to go to the practices. Practicing three times a week for three hours was rough for that first few weeks considering I was a beginner, but I didn't let that intimidate me and so I continued. Making new friends, learning more about my Mexican culture, and boosting my confidence, all of this in my eyes were areas that I had some sort of struggled with but dance little by little, helped me accomplish such positive effects in the three. With all the dedication I had since elementary school I learned all the routines for our performance that would be occurring on the 12th of