Josie D Weeks
February 5, 2013
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Josie, the Dancer!
In 2003 I was six years old. This was the year of my first dance recital. I was so excited to perform in front of my friends and family, but my mother was extremely nervous. On the day of the recital she almost forgot my costume along with my shoes. Without those things I would have not been able to dance on stage. When we finally got to the auditorium of the recital, my mom took me backstage to do my hair and make-up.
The time had come, I was finally about to show my friends and family just how good of a dancer I has become. But before my class and I could go to spots on stage our dance teacher, miss. Brookes had to put out tumbling mats so when it came time to do our tricks we wouldn’t get hurt. After the mats were put into place we all lined up in our spots. I heard to music start playing, I could feel the hot spot lights beating down on me, and I could see the audience. I was so happy being up on stage. There had come a point in our routine where each one of us got to show off our mover by doing a tumbling trick, I had decided to do a cartwheel. As I was waiting for my turn I started jumping all over stage. Finally it was my turn to go. As I went for my cartwheel I tripped over the mat and flew straight through the air and landed flat on my face . as I laying there I thought to myself that I can’t just sit here, so I got to finish my routine. But towards the end I started crying. What I couldn’t wait to do, suddenly turned into something I couldn’t wait to be over.
As the music stopped playing, and the lights went down, the audience stood up and started to clap and cheer. Miss. Brookes came and picked me up, and as I was crying into her shoulder I asked her why is everyone clapping for, I fell. She told me that they we’re very proud of me for getting right back up and finishing what I had started. As she carried me off stage a few of the older dancers had come up to...