Descriptive Essay About Dance

I stopped mid-step and millions of thoughts rushed through my head. What was she going to say to me? Was she going to yell at me for not being able to do the turn? Was she going to take me out of the dance? I had never been so nervous at dance before and I felt a sense of uneasiness come over my whole body as I walked towards her.

I stood staring at my mom with a blank expression as she applied foundation on my face followed by powder and blush and a number of other various cosmetics that I had lost count of. Makeup, hair, costume, all of those were on the back of my mind as the thought of performing in front of three hundred people clouded my thoughts. All around me were muffled sounds of other dancers frantically running around trying to get ready in time, mothers yelling at their daughter's, music blaring from various speakers, doors opening and closing, metal hitting the tile floors as tappers practiced down the hall, but all I could hear was the thundering sound of my heart beat in my chest. My body started quivering slightly. The nerves were setting in. I don’t

My stomach started speaking to me as I was passing a Burger King. As I approached the register, I recognized that the Cashier was my classmate Kimbre. “ You know we ran out of burgers right?”, she said. Then I replied, “No, you don't say. Does Taco Bell run out of Tacos or Pizza Hut, Pizza?” Kimbre was a babe, the way she chewed her bubblegum made me hot! I mustered up the courage to look her in the eyes and I told her that we should hook up for the dance. She just broke up with her boyfriend, he got mono from kissing her best friend, so she was available. I wiped the lonesome tear off her cheek with my finger.

Then we started to warm up because we had a judge's preview. So basically we just went into a classroom and performed our dance it was really scary at first, but then it got better because I knew they weren’t judging us that

Walking into the embellished reception hall filled with people, I couldn’t predict what would happen, especially with not knowing much people that were going to be at the party. As Laura went off to greet all her friends in the room, I stayed alone at the

"I'm going to play the music once, and you're going to close your eyes and think about the dance. Ready?" Kaitlyn said while we were still waiting in the dressing

Halfway into the dance, an idea forms in my mind. A crazy, but brilliant idea. What if I ran away? Ditched this inferno and my untrustworthy parents. It’s not like they would miss me, we barely see each other. With the only exception being tonight. The one night that I actually try to do something that goes against their rules.

"Here," a voice said behind me and I jumped in fright, almost dropping the plates. I couldn't even begin to imagine the trouble I would be in if I broke something. The plates were taken from my hand and put in the sink to be cleaned. It was the girl with the fiery red hair and leafy green eyes. She turned to face me and stuck out her

The show was starting in just a few hours and everyone was rushing around making sure nothing would go wrong. The dancers putting on the last of their makeup going through their check-list. “Pointe shoes hair sprayed? Check. Hair hair sprayed? Check. False eyelashes? Not check!". I found myself wandering away from the others to a place where I can get just a minute alone. A minute alone to collect my thoughts before heading into the chaos. My dance was relatively soon so I decided to head back to get ready early. Standing backstage will most likely be the most nerve-racking experience ever. My white dress sparkled due to diamonds sewed onto the bodice. A crown placed in front of my bun made me feel complete. "Listen, you have to seize the moment and stay in it. Use that adrenaline and make this the best you have ever dance. But most importantly, have fun while you are out there. I'm proud of you". With Olivia's words, I get a sense of courage flow me. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'm not going to throw away my shot". She smiles at me encouragingly. The audience claps and the music ends. Oh dear god it's my turn next. My body goes on autopilot as the music starts. Grand Jeté after Grand Jeté I leap, twirl, and pose my way off the stage; a smile not leaving my face the whole

All though I was scared because I wasn't stretched I was super happy and excited, because I didn't know that my favorite choreographer was teaching the addition. I learn the dance in pain I thought to myself, that the dance my learning was too much of a difficulty for me. Once all of the 15 intimidating groups of talent, go to addition. I was next in

I shrugged my shoulders and said “No, I don’t like going to dances, and I’m tired so I am going home instead and going to sleep”

“Would you like to dance?” She asked and waited for his reply, hoping that he would agree.

We crept slowly through the dark halls, using our phones as flashlights. We finally got to the gym and crept onto the stage, careful not to step on any glass.

Grabbing my gym bag, my keys and my runners by the door i headed for the

I sat in my father’s office for a while, thinking of reasons why he would mention those girls. ‘Maybe he was trying to make me jealous’ I kept telling myself. The longer I sat there the more I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable smile, incredible hair and his gorgeous face. Soon the excitement of seeing his astonishing face again rushed through my body. I hurried to my room, threw my closet doors open and flipped through every piece of clothing I owned until I decided on the perfect dress. I chose to wear my favorite dress from Barneys, it was red with flowers and rather flattering.