As I got older, I noticed that my attitude toward dance became more serious. Staying up late watching hours of YouTube videos made me realize my love for dance. Unfortunately, my love for dance is much greater than the talent I actually have. Oh well.
I looked forward to the recital at the end of the dance year more and more each year. But at the end of the night, I was upset that I was only in two dances. I had to sit backstage alone while the other dancers got to keep performing. The thrill of being on stage with 1000+ people watching you became more and more exciting, and I wanted to be more a part of the show. I begged my mom to let me take more classes. She said no. Of course I was mad but I knew it was expensive.. at least that's what she told me.
I looked forward to the recital at the end of the dance year more and more each year. But at the end of the night, I was upset that I was only in two dances. I had to sit backstage alone while the other dancers got to keep performing. The thrill of being on stage with 1000+ people watching you became more and more exciting, and I wanted to be more a part of the show. I begged my mom to let me take more classes. She said no. Of course I was mad but I knew it was expensive.. at least that's what she told me.
I couldn't take it anymore. My skill level was at a standstill for years because of the limited classes I was taking. I could see the talent of all my fellow dancers growing extensively from year to year because they were taking several classes each week.
I went from taking two classes each year, to three, to five, and then my last year I found myself in twelve dances for the recital. Im sad that I had to wait until my last years of dance to really start building my talent.
