Eng 101 (online)
Narrative Paper / Final Draft
A DANCER WAS BORN
I had only hours until those big red curtains slowly dragged apart. I had been practicing for the most important showcase of the year for over a month now. I t was my first solo performance and my nerves were rattling. I was only nine! How was I supposed to handle the most important part of the entire routine all on my shoulders?
I stared around at the gym. Today it seemed extremely larger than any other day. All the participants were busy practicing diligently on their routines. Everyone seemed to be getting it perfect, except me. I was constantly making mistakes on my solo. My palms started sweating; my eyes and lips were twitching. I was beginning to worry. I had been practicing for this all month. I couldn’t understand why today out of all days I was having so much trouble. I couldn’t leap an inch. My modern dance instructor tried to calm me down. “It’s just your nerves.” She kept reassuring me. She was right and they were going to be the reason I ruined the routine. Only thing looking up at this point was that the school dedicated the whole day to practicing for those who participated in the showcase. I was going to need all the extra practice I could get.
By lunch time I was in a fret again. I couldn’t seem to find anything I was looking for. I had searched every inch of my book sack and gym bag. I rushed across the campus to my classroom where I searched my desk. There was no sign of my leotard and bows anywhere. I couldn’t stop to eat lunch for panicking. I dashed back across campus to the office. I had to call my mom, or I had bigger problems on my hand besides not being able to stick the routine. I paced in circles while waiting for her to answer. It felt like the phone rang a million times before my mother picked up. I sighed in relief. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get a hold of her. I quickly ran through my list of problems. I ended up having to...