My entire body trembled as I walked towards the results of our auditions. I slowly paced myself while I examined the other girls full of different emotions after viewing the results posted. Numerous dancers gave instant brutal glares while flashing a fake smile towards my direction as I slowly walked down the paved sidewalk. It was then that I knew I was the new captain of our team. I took a deep breath and gazed straight, scanning for my name at the top of the paper. My heart stopped when I viewed the results that I had not received the title of captain of the dance team my final year. Waiting to walk into the auditorium, anxious feelings came upon myself as to how I would perform during the audition. When the door suddenly opened to allow us to enter, I knew I would dance …show more content…
superior compared to the others in my group. After settling onto the stage, I instantly moved into the starting position of the dance. I took a deep breath as the first beat of the music began to play. I hit each motion sharply, smiled from ear to ear, trying my absolute hardest to ensure all eyes focused closely toward my direction. Sure enough, when I glanced upward between moves, the judges glared my direction. While holding the final pose, the judges each held a dazzling smile while looking towards me, quickly writing their critics on the paper. I walked out with such thrill, sensation inside of me, realizing I had not made errors during my audition. Since I held the co-captain title my junior year, automatically the idea was put into everybody’s mindset that I would receive the captain position my final year.
Since I the only dancer who planned to audition for their fourth year on the team, only meant I had a better experience compared to the others. I already had various ideas for the team, to not only improve our performance skills, however our connection with one another together. My three previous years on the team remained entirely the same, which included numerous dancers not wanting to improve themselves with personal goals that would benefit our team. Not only did I plan to strengthen our team to become better, but also work on my personal goals for dance. Several of my fellow team members knew of my fantasy to audition for The University of Texas at San Antonio’s dance team once I graduated from high school. I had my goal set entirely high for my future, which only meant I must be known as the leading dancer on our squad if I even wanted to consider auditioning for a college team. Considering no there was no other opinions available due to the fact of my co-captain title, I personally believed I would receive the captain
title. When I viewed the results, I was unsure in which way to react. Dancers surrounded me, ready to congratulate, but for what? Unpleased with the outcome, I rechecked the paper to ensure that I had not misread the results. As I caught a glimpse of who had received the captain position, I felt tears begin to form in my eyes. With her currently an underclassmen with no experience in having a leadership position, I had not expected her to a competitor to me. I knew that out of the various dancers who auditioned, I truly deserved Captain the most. I left the school as the tears began to fall, feeling such disappoint in myself. Even though I may have wanted to receive the captain title, not earning the captain position allowed myself to become a higher quality dancer in the long run. Months after my final audition, I felt more acceptable to the idea I was not captain. I found myself working harder towards becoming a better dancer. I planned to reach my personal goals in order absolutely even consider auditioning for a college team. I developed a stronger dedication to my dancing and felt as if I needed to convince to not only me personally, though to my peers that I still continued to show my unbelievable talent as I once had, surpassing my abilities I once held.
While a student in the dance program at Detroit High School for the Fine and Performing A...
Suddenly on stage, the girl froze. She didn’t want to dance. Growing restless, the crowd began to scorn. Nevertheless, she acted according to instinct and began to sing. The audience went silent. Then, they stood up and started to applaud. That same
It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task but I knew I could accomplish it.
On a Wednesday night I saw Texas State Theatre and Dance Department's performance of A Chorus Line. The main plot of the musical entails the audition of 17 dancers for several Broadway roles on the chorus line. However, during their auditions the director Zach asks for personal stories of each dancer's life. Though the plot of this musical is seemingly simple in its twist on the traditional audition, it explores themes that reveal the human experience, the search for individuality, and the sense of self.
The typical idea of a dancer is that they are tall, slender, full of energy, and lucky because they dance with all of the “stars”. Much of this is true, however, what many people do not think of are the many hardships that a dancer goes through in order to achieve their high status in the dance world. It takes much hard work and determination along with good direction to become a dancer. However, nothing good comes without a price. Dancers often times have many pressures put on them which can lead to physical and emotional damages. These damages occur through the pressures from the media, parents, teammates, and the stereotype that society has placed on dancers.
Betty had a good start to her career. She preformed at country fairs and rodeos. Betty learned that her talent isn’t enough to make her successful, and there was always more work to be done. Betty’s natural talent made it easier for her to learn ballet from her instructor. She hadn’t learned the basics right and she became very frustrated because she had to go back to the beginning and learn those basics.
There is something beautiful about dance, but there is something more beautiful about dancing with others. When a group of 13 girls and 1 boy can come together from 14 different ways of life and move together as one, then a dance team becomes more than just a dance team. This was not something that happened overnight, it took time, effort and about 7 conversations with our coaches about our values. Without all of those components, this team would have never been the successful, fighting, dream team that we became. Explaining what it is like to be a member of the Kelly Kittens, almost like explaining the taste of water, it’s indescribable.
Imagine you see something or someone you thought you would never see before. I had that experience it before at the Ultimate Cheer Marathon. It was so breathtaking watching my favorite cheer squad face-to-face inside the big stadium, where the audience roared as they stepped on the mat. You seen amazing tumbling, perfect choreography, and the concession stand had excellent refreshments. Watching cheer in real life is such a fantastic experience. You should give it an attempt.
Athletics has made a difference in my life through its redefining of the word “success.” Before I got involved with track and cross country, success was measured by goals I set and achieved for myself that made me happy. Since then, I have realized that success is much more gratifying when it is dependent on making those around me proud. In track, success is when I have trained hard enough so that I am able to help my relay team win a race or break the school record. In cross country, success is when I have built up enough endurance to contribute to the team score and help my team move on to the state meet. This mentality has translated to my daily life, as I am constantly working hard to please those around me. At school, I always do my homework and get good grades so that my teachers do not have to focus extra energy on getting me to do my work. At work, I strive to go above and beyond my typical duties so that I can lessen the responsibilities of my co-workers. At home, I help out with chores without being asked so that my parents can have one less thing
Tick tock. Tick tock. Everyone is anxious. Tick tock. Tick tock. Three twenty-nine in the afternoon….one minute before tryouts start. The seconds pass slowly. The clock suddenly strikes three thirty. Time for tryouts to start for the last time for six of us. Mrs. Atkins yells at us to practice the dance, cheer, and chant in front of the judges so that they can see what it is supposed to look like. After we finished that she tells us to go outside and wait. Before tryouts start she sits us down in a circle. Mrs. Atkins said that we all made the team, but we still had to try out to determine who would be the lucky fourteen girls to make Varsity and who would be the seven girls to make Junior Varsity. She continued to talk and all I could think about was how my heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest, and what I would do if I did not make Varsity my senior year. As I focused my attention back into Mrs. Atkins talking, she gave us our numbers and our partner for
As the doors swung open to the NRG building and the cool air rushed to my face I knew today was going to be a good day. At the age of eleven I was introduced to one of the best things that has ever happened to me, Allstar cheerleading. Walking into the cheer competitions and having the smell of old sweat and dirty socks fill your nostrils isn’t what someone would necessarily describe as a good smell. We walk through the arena the burnt hair mixed with every cheerleaders favorite type of hairspray hitting you in the face, but smiling at everyone you see because you know that they are feeling the same nervous butterflies as you. There was always something about the smell of burnt nachos and over priced smoothies that brought me back to competition
I absolutely loved making a video of my group and me dancing. I thought this choreography project was an ideal group project for our class to take on. Not only did I learn about a couple of things about my classmates, and myself I also learned about dance in general. Below, I am going to talk about what was our inspiration, what I thought was difficult, what I enjoyed about re-making our dance, and the process of making the piece.
Mrs. Asha, Shifali’s instructor, admires Shifali’s unique style of performance and wants to showcase Shifali’s talent. One day Asha receives an invitation from Dance Achievement Center, a famous organization that fosters youth dance talent. She shares the news with her students, and explains that it was an honor to receive the invitation. She was proud that her students were going to perform at the event. She also explained that she had chosen Shifali to perform a solo dance to display the school’s talent. It was a joyous day for the dance school, but an ecstatic day for Shifali.
At last we had brought all our practicing skills into work at the final stages. After working hard for three solid months it all paid off, the competing mat was beneath our feet. It was as if I could almost hear the girl?s hearts thumping before we walked onto the mat. I couldn?t stop smiling, I had the biggest grin on my face as if I were the cat who just ate the canary. Only when I thought that was enough, my facial expressions were amazing, all the nights I spent in front of the mirror or watching my self through the reflection of the glass door in my kitchen. It?s hard to go first because watching all the other teams compete makes you think, how did I do?