Explain How To Read And Describe An Experience When You Speak Essay
Keba Raye
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 …show more content…
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 repeat it twice because I was talking so fast; she couldn’t understand a word I was saying. “You have to calm down sweetie.” My mom stated. I was wondering why I was hearing this so much. Did anyone realize the pressure I was under? She began to explain to me that she had taken them out of my bag that morning because she was buying new ones, which were going to be delivered by my grandmother prior to the beginning of the showcase. I smiled at how much I had overreacted. I hung up with my mom and headed to the cafeteria. I was able to eat now that that problem was solved. As I found my way back to the gymnasium, that nauseous feeling began to overcome me again. Even with new clothes, bows and knowing that most of my family would be here to support me; it still wasn’t enough to help me stick my solo. That was all up to me. I began practicing again. I continued to fumble on the leaps. Either they were too short, or I stumbled on the landing. It was my solo and I wanted it to be nothing less than a standing
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 …show more content…
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 repeat it twice because I was talking so fast; she couldn’t understand a word I was saying. “You have to calm down sweetie.” My mom stated. I was wondering why I was hearing this so much. Did anyone realize the pressure I was under? She began to explain to me that she had taken them out of my bag that morning because she was buying new ones, which were going to be delivered by my grandmother prior to the beginning of the showcase. I smiled at how much I had overreacted. I hung up with my mom and headed to the cafeteria. I was able to eat now that that problem was solved. As I found my way back to the gymnasium, that nauseous feeling began to overcome me again. Even with new clothes, bows and knowing that most of my family would be here to support me; it still wasn’t enough to help me stick my solo. That was all up to me. I began practicing again. I continued to fumble on the leaps. Either they were too short, or I stumbled on the landing. It was my solo and I wanted it to be nothing less than a standing