Personal Narrative: A Day In The Life Of A Dancer

My eyes opened slowly, I blinked a few times to get them into focus, and looked at an almost too familiar ceiling. Today was very similar to any other day. I jostled myself out of bed, ran my fingers through my dark, wavy hair, and stumbled my way to the bathroom. My appearance was especially discordant this morning. Hairspray, hair brushes, bobby pins, lay on the bathroom counter like a pile of rubble. In the life of a dancer, this was very common. As I mentioned before, this day was very much normal. Except the fact that today, I, a 14 year old girl, would try out for a legendary dance team, a try out that would either make or break my life. I have loved dance ever since I was little, and as my coach said, I’d evolved into “an elite and capable dancer.” I trained in our gym 3 hours a day, 6 times a week. My weak ankles became durable and strong. Countless times I have been incapacitated from dance, but that didn’t stop me from persevering and trying even harder to succeed. To be honest, I was pretty confident that I would ace the tryouts, but there was one person who would do anything to maim me before I could. Rebecca Simmons and I vied any chance that we got. From getting 1st place at a dance recital, to who recites an excerpt the best in class, we were constant rivals. It

I was going to have to perform barefoot! I mustered up all of the courage I had and made my way to the blinding spotlight. I stood on the stage, beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. I precluded that I would be a laughing stock, who ever heard of a dancer performing barefoot? As soon as I heard my music, I forgot all about those silly predictions. I danced that day like I had never danced before. All of my pirouettes turned out perfectly, never had I lost my balance once. I felt the music pulsing through my brain, shutting out the outside world completely. As the last beat of the music played, I knew I had given it my