In Cinderella Waltz, the play, Don Nigro, who is the author and playwright of this and many others, does not include the ball in his play, but rather the conversations and important people that really inspire the play. When I read this I loved it! He is a american playwright who was born in 1949 and lives in Ohio. He has a bachelor arts degree in language arts and a master degree of fine arts! In his lifetime as a playwright he has written more than 400 plays! His plays are produced all over the world and loved by many!
During fair time I knew people were talking about me but not in the nice way. I knew most they hated me, I knew some were being fake, I knew some just wanted out of this because it didn’t involve them. The day I went to fair was the day I realized I had feelings for Marco, but my sister Jesse told me to not like him and not to date him, but she told me to do what my heart wants and don’t let the drama affect your relationship with anyone. I spent most of the night with Jesse just hanging out and having fun. We went on the ferris wheel even though Jesse is scared of heights.
Katie 's Pov One of the things Dally hated is that I didn 't know how to fight. He offered to teach me but I always declined, well now I am starting to regret that. Michael had a solid grip on me. My tugging and pulling on my arm to get away was useless he was a very tall guy strong and sturdy.
"It 's what you didn 't do; what you haven 't done! And you 're always surrounded by all of these girls, laughing and smiling." "Is that it? You 're jealous?" Griffith gently caresses Bay 's small face in his big hands, and their noses nearly touch.
Ever since I was a little girl I was involved in dance. From attending Melinda’s School of Dance in Humboldt to Michelle’s Dance Connection in Algona and then going back to Humboldt to Chanterella’s Dance Studio. I’ve alway dreamt of being on the danz squad.
She was light on her feet. She was flight. Her feet tapped intensely, irresistibly drawn to the dance floor. A genius dancer, a regular Nureyev. Blonde hair, sharp nose, hips small, legs tight, and seated on the floor beside the other girls, watching her with baited breath, I curled my toes at her every movement pretending it was I who were doing them. She had been a guest of our instructor, a flower in the world of ballet, she called her. I had never seen moves like hers. I had been surrounded by girls, of all shapes and sizes, of all color, and never had it occurred to me that we were different. The moment in your youth, if you recall it, when your insecurity slices through your innocence and challenges you to see yourself differently than you have ever before then you know, you know that something is lost then, like your mother's favorite piece of china that cracks, still china, but still
Hi I am rachel Lerry. I am someone you would call extraordinary. Everything I touch turns to gold, but the sad thing is not many people see me at school. It's almost like I am invisible. My moms tell me all the time that I am the most amazing person they know. I am apart of every club in the school and I am going to keep that record. A new club just popped up and it is called the glee club. It's a show choir and I just so happen to have the best voice anyone has ever heard. I like to call myself the labra tiesan of the new generation. I look at myself in the mirror and I see an exquisite person. I fly to school every morning. I know all of this awesomeness can be a bit overbearing but all I really want is to fit in. Many people don't like me because I find other people to revolting.I will be joining this glee club and I am going to own it. Just watch and learn.
Crisp, fallen leaves painted the ground in magnificent reds and cheerful yellows. My eyes wandered through the scenery, welcoming the expanse of glorious trees reaching their branches out to the golden glow above, all speckled with whimsical yellows and reds. Where am I? The wind glided past my skin as the cool breeze refreshed my soul, unlike the familiar heat and humidity I once knew from home, as its energy bounded through the foliage. I look humorously around in search of a recognizable landmark. In a small clearing ahead, bestowed before me lay two trails. One to the left presenting sharp bends and plummets upon sturdy gravel. The other to the right, displaying its precise, straightforward path. My heart raced as my memory struggled to fight its way out,
"Pursuing Dreams" As Universal Pictures hired away Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, who was the character I created in the year of 1927, everything was taken away from me. For all the hard work and effort I've put into creating this character with his big button nose and floppy black ears and filming series of shorts that were instant hits, all of this ended up with not much success. "Everything was gone, and I didn't deserve this. All the nights I struggled to create this character, designing every detail of his body, filming several piles of paper for series of shorts, yet they took him away from me. Oswald expressed my whole life in character, has made me part of who I am, and so, what could I possibly do now?
Billy Joel may have been right when he said “Vienna waits for you”, but the girl that the song reminds me of, she doesn’t wait for me. Granted, I don’t deserve her, and what I did to get her was wrong, but that doesn’t make the pain any less. Although I could write to you about the countless ways my family screwed me over, about the cold nights I spent in crack houses or the fights over custody of me that drew cop cars to our doors, I feel like this story is much more personal, and shows a side of me that many people never see. All I ask is that I am not judged for what I did; there are plenty people already that have made their judgements on my moral fiber, and I would hope that you don’t do, though if you do I can’t help it.