A/N This is an autobiographical narrative written for my English class so I had limitations, so it is not a good as I would have liked it to be, but I had to write it, so I figured you guys would enjoy reading about my experience anywyas!
My mom, my sister, and I were lost in the city, and late to the competition as well. We were in the city of Pittsburg, PA, or as I like to call it, the city of bridges. My class was going to perform in a dance competition, but I had never done any sort of competition before, so it was unsurprisingly nerve racking. “Wait! It was over there. We should’ve turned right!” I groaned. We turned around for at least the fifteenth time, and drove back into the mess of the city.
We had gone over one too many bridges, and were circling a lot of our previous paths. Once we finally got to the site of the competition and found some decent parking, we rushed inside, my costume and makeup in hand. It took many squirmy minutes to try to apply my super annoying makeup and itchy blue sparkly costume, but then came the waiting game. I might as well be last for how long this is taking! I thought. The makeup was itchy and hot, and so was the costume, although they were pretty, so it was really hard to sit still and not touch anything. We sat for a very long hour and watched to other dances, waiting for my dance to be near, and me trying not to complain.
About ten dances before mine, I was finally called back to wait yet again for my turn. We waited at the side of the stage behind the makeshift curtains. In minutes, we would be performing. I couldn’t share my classmates’ excitement; too many butterflies danced in my stomach. I fiddled with my dress and watch the dance before ours, hardly registering what they were doing. As our music started and we glided onstage, I found my nervousness melting. The judges smiled at us and I found that my feet knew the dance perfectly.
All too soon, we glided back offstage in the warmth of applause, I pranced happily back to my awaiting family. After yet another long wait and a ton more dances, all the dancers were called back onto the stage for the awards. Sitting with my classmates, we joked around quietly, less need to be nervous now that our dances were done. Not paying a lot of attention, I was surprised to hear our dance be announced as the winner of our category! Unfortunately, the studio was the one to keep the trophy, since our class had more than 2 students, but I was still excited and a little shocked.
Thinking back, I will probably not do a dance competition ever again because of how stressed and hurried it was. It was a little too much for my laid-back and introverted personality. Nonetheless, it was definitely an experience to remember. I learned that practicing can sure pay off, and I got to watch many other dance forms, some of which I had never seen before. I also got to show the beautiful person I am, and dance my heart out for the first time, like I now do for all my shows.