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Personal Narrative: A Day in the life of me?.
It?s hot, but it?s only my restless nerves. The blinding lights add to the tension. I stand there, adjusting the halter on my brown silk costume, trying not to show my company I?m just as nervous as they are. The picture taking and the laughter calmed down to a more serious mood. We grabbed hands to bow our heads, in prayer for a good performance. It was our first time we were going on stage together to perform at dance Chicago. I turn to Analy; the most nervous of us all, grab her hands, and nod my head assumingly telling her that we will be wonderful. We run from the dressing room to make it to the stage to wait in the wings. We all break from one another to stretch, trying to calm our nerves. We try to peer at the audience, to see how many people will judge us. Soon on group runs off stage, we congratulate them, as they wish us good merde. The curtains close, and we give our final hugs to each other. This is it, I think to myself. The day we slaved two and a half months of rehearsals on. The day that we dieted for to fit our costumes better. It would all be over in four short minutes?.
Performance has always been something that was a part of me. It brings out the best and worst in me. It is my friend and my enemy. It?s what I love and what I hate. It?s the best of both worlds. Being a performer has taught me many things, and has opened up a whole new world to me. It opened up another life. It was a hard life, but it had undeniable beauty. There were times, I felt like I was flying. Dancers say that all the time, but there were times where I was dancing so quickly across the floor, and all I could feel was the air moving around my body, and it felt like it was lifting me up. There are so many things that I have experienced that I find difficult to share with people because the feelings where simply indescribable.
Being in a performing arts school was a priority of mine coming out of grade school. Even though I went to a performing arts school, it was also a public school, so there were a lot of people against funding for the arts, and continuing to fund it. It was very heart breaking for me. At a young age it was hard to see peoples logic for not supporting such a wonderful field. After all, we where young ambitious youth, and we were not on the street reaping havoc. I had to go to several protest, meetings, write many letters, and sign petitions. I myself, tried to be an advocate for the arts by running for student representative for local school council. I felt that being a positive image, and using the arts as a headliner for my campaign, I could create an impact. I thought to myself, just maybe I can sway the minds of the council, and then the school community. I was extremely nervous to talk in front of my school staff, but because of my love for the arts, I toughed it out.
Dance Chicago was one of the most important events to take place in my life. Also one of the hardest. There was a great deal of pressure to be perfect. There was a great deal of pressure to be the best to grace the Athenaeum Theater?s stage. Starting early September in 2008 until mid November, we had to rehears daily for this one event. I would say we practiced at least five hours a day. It was back breaking work. We went through constant revision, cleaning, costuming, and even practicing the piece in front of other audiences to get comfortable with it. We had to record ourselves, and watch for errors to correct them. If one person was out of line, and did not fix it, they would automatically be removed from the piece. Our teacher would not risk anyone making a mistake on stage. In her theory, it would ruin the entire dance, and she would leave embarrassed of her piece.
Our piece was very
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