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Personal Narrative: Agogo Dance

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It was 9.30 p.m. on a warm Friday in my hometown, Engkilili. No one knew for certain that this particular fated night would be a turning point of my life. Large crowds gathered in a hall, donning sophisticated garments- glitters, satin, velvet and leathers for a grandiose fundraising dinner- sit in their respective seats while some of them stood in the corners, having some wine. The red drapes opened, and I along with my mates appeared on stage in the Swing 60’s fashion, snapping our fingers and swaying our hips while getting in line. All eyes on us, anticipating our next move as we lifted our legs slowly in a flirting manner. Boom! Explosion of energy emitted. At last, our hearts sang after a few gruelling weeks of practising agogo dance. …show more content…

“Hey Rom, you have to join the dancing parade next two weeks. We need to send dancers on behalf of our academic programme for sports ceremony.” I was stunned and speechless while adrenaline surged through my veins. I puffed out my breath, cognizant that I needed to make the fullest of my fall semester. Hence, I accepted the offer. Then again, I have two thoughts on the notion of dancing in front of an audience. This was something that I always avoided since that event and I was worried that I might receive negative responses. To my horror, I cannot break my promise because it was me who agreed in the first place. But I didn’t want to dance because I am so “self-conscious”. Just like two sides of a coin, it could be good or bad. I know that it is good to have be “self-conscious”, and I also aware of my surroundings. Reluctantly, my paranoia hindered my confidence as the thought that other people could judge me negatively, kept playing in my mind. Will I get it right? Will I look like a fool? Will they underestimate me? Many questions remained unanswered, kept lingering in my thoughts. With an anxious mind and a nauseous sensation in my stomach, I attended my first practice. Deep in my mind, I wanted to withdraw from the parade but my heart urged me to keep going on. Hence, I stayed. As we started our practice, I felt unpleasant and embarrassed for a moment, but I gradually followed the rhythm of the music and the tempo of the steps. Eventually, I mastered new moves that were really gruelling; fatigue and sore muscles were usual in these two weeks of

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