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Lake Dance Recital
2014 Clear Lake Dance Recital
I could hear the bustle of people out in the crowd as I was getting ready for the dance recital. As I started to get ready for the first dance, someone came in and told us we were going to be starting in a few minutes. We all went and lined up at the foot of the stage because we were one of the first people to go on. “Your next,” I heard from the people helping back stage. Right then I had to run through all of the steps to the dance in my head to make sure that I had everything right. I had worked on the dances for the last 9 months. It was our turn to go on stage.
As I went out onto the stage, the bright lights hurt my eyes. My hands were sweating and the music for our lyrical started to play. For this dance I felt free. I knew all the moves and they just flowed out of me as I continued to dance. I did not even think about the people in the crowd as I looked to the back of the auditorium. With every breath another second went by, and before I knew it I made my last move and left the stage. I thought “first dance down only two more to go,” as I quickly got ready for the next dance. Our next dance was tap. Again even before we were ready, it was
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This was my favorite dance of the whole year. We had worked so hard on everything, and it was about to pay off. We had just lined up to go on stage when my shoe got untied. I quickly bent down to try to fix it. As I tried to tie it I could feel the cloth lace running through my hands. Next my hands started sweating really badly, making my shoes hard to tie. I could hear the music start as my heart started racing more and more. It was finally time to go on and I had to dance with an untied shoe. Throughout the whole dance I could feel my red fiery face. I even made every step smaller than the next to make sure I did not trip. When I heard the loud crowd, and saw the lights go down, I was so relieved. I had made it through the dance without

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