Personal Narrative: Standing Behind The Drains Of Chabot Center

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I was standing behind the curtains of Chabot Center knowing on the other side would be hundreds of people waiting for my solo performance. I was lost attempting to recall the strides I had been taught. I was the kid who maintained a strategic distance from eye contact in the classrooms and now I was going to move in front of thousands of people. I heard my name being announced, and that was it, my first big Bollywood dance performance. Why did my dance director choose me for the solo? I could barely read passages out loud in front of my classmates without stuttering on every word. These moments on stage, I was able to find something inside myself that I had never seen before. Being a dancer for a Bollywood dance company has made me proud of …show more content…

I ended up breaking one of the chairs because of dancing too much at home. Right away, my mom signed me up for dance classes. On my first day of class, the dance director had all of us introduce ourselves and our reason for joining.

"I'm I’m I’m…… Sahil.” That’s all I said. I stared at the floor as the director asked me why I had joined. I wanted to say that Hrithik Roshan inspired me, but I was too shy to talk. After the class, I told my parents I wanted to quit, but they would not allow it. They saw this group as the only possible opportunity to ensure that I would learn about my cultural roots. I attended the class every Saturday for the next nine years.

As a result, I’m a confident person now. I got used to the environment at the dance studio and was able to share my personal stories with my co-dancers. I developed the ability to talk to other people. I used my past lack of confidence to help other people out. For example, during this past summer, I was in charge of a basketball camp and helped the kids who were shy to come in the front and introduce themselves. I also raise my hand in class whenever the teacher asks a question, and I make friends playing basketball at the

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