Dance-Personal Narrative

They called the team name from the front of the judge booth. “Seymour Tigers, you may take the mat!” The nerves were rushing through all of us. The adrenaline kicked in and we got on the mat cheering and yelling variations of “Go Seymour!” or “We got this girls!” I know who said “We got this.”. It was Emily, who in the beginning was across from me; she gave me a nod and mouthed “Good Luck”. Other girls on the team gave each other the same look of reassurance too. Suddenly, the arena that had been filled with noise was now silent as a grave, waiting for us to move. Waiting for the music to start. I hear the music and we begin. Stunts hit, and tumbling hits as well. During our cheer chants, I yelled as loud as my voice my voice could go. We were almost done with the routine. All we needed was the dance, which was my favorite part. At the end, we gave the largest smiles to the point where I thought my
The coaches looking around with nervous looks on their faces that were hidden well with over dramatic smiles. After each team went for each division. They called us all back to the blue mats per region of New England. I was shaking with excitement, congratulating and saying “Good job you guys were great!” Or “I love your bows!” I had to let the idea that there is a 50% chance of going to Disney. I somehow knew that when we got to the arena, we would win something. We all stood in front of the crowd, waving to our parents in the back corner of seats on our left side. We all are standing and dancing to the music they put on to get us moving to calm our nerves. The judges, mostly smile and nod towards each other then back at all the teams. As if they were looking for a team or person. We all stopped dancing when the music stopped. We sat in a circle and held hands. Waiting until the other teams were sitting down and listen to the speaker near the judge’s booth. Then once again the arena became silent in