Milken Dance Experience Essay

It was my Junior year in high school and I had decided to join the Color Guard team . I was really nervous because if you were selected you would go around the city doing color guards and representing our school. I went to all the practices that usually took place before school early in the morning. When I struggled with something I kept practicing to get done right. When I saw other people who struggled I would ask if they needed help. My instructors saw what I was doing and kept a closer eye on me for it. Eventually it came down to try outs day and the teams were

Marie and I had just left her house and were walking to the tryouts. It was a really quick walk because she lives only 2 houses away from the studio. This was back in August 2017, a few days after dance camp ended for the summer. We hurried down the stairs to go inside and kept talking about how nervous and excited we were the whole way down. Once we got inside of Bleker’s, we started talking to the other girls. After just a few minutes we were all taken into the dance room and together we all learned a hip hop, jazz, and tap routine. We only had about 30 minutes to learn all of the routines so we were all feeling a little rushed. Before we knew it, the dance teachers put us into groups of 3-5 girls. These groups were the people we would perform our dance routines with. My group was Meghan S, Grace, and I.

Suddenly My mom started to finally understand how nervous I was about this it was like a light bulb was on top of her head and it had just turned on. Then she explained how it won’t be as scary because I would be practicing everything with my dance teacher Mrs.Dawnell. Also, she told me that I would get to practice with my friends, But she also told me that we would have to practice doing our interviews. I was even more scared of that even though it was just going to be practice. I can’t even imagine what i’m going to feel when i’m in interviews with the judges.

The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.

Later that week, my mom and I, found a dance class taught by the coach, I started going to class, one night a week. I had 34 weeks till tryouts and I was going to have to work really

Again, tryouts came for the next greuling school year. The only difference from last year, I was prepared. I knew the cheers, I knew the feeling of standing in front of crowd so ecstatic from a winning game and I knew the feeling of a crowd sitting at a loss for words in the face of defeat. I knew my goal and I was absolutely determined to reach it. I could only be described as a lioness on the prowl and the Varsity squad was my prey. Just as anxious as the year before, though this time with a hint of confidence, I made my tryout a culmination of completely everything I had learned from my wildly experienced past. That night, I reached my ultimate goal and earned the prized name of Varsity cheerleader. The next day I practically walked around with an enormous V on my forehead, honored by the position. With all this positivity, I knew there was something to come. That same summer, I hadn’t received a lucky chance to become even a contender in the

We arrived at the tryout about twenty minutes early; I checked in and went to introduce myself to the coaches. I was nervous about approaching them, but the coaches seemed

On the day of tryouts, we take our turns performing and anxiously waiting for the process to be over so we can see our results. Since I had practiced so much, I felt confident in my performance and thought I had a good chance of cheering for another year. Eventually,

The event of trying out involved a lot of people because so many people want to be on the national ranking dance team at my high school. But this decision did not just involve me it also involved my family for the reason that joining a team like this takes commitment from both the dancer but also the dancer’s parents. Before joining this team I danced at a studio and there were girls that I knew at the tryout which was nice to have a familiar face around when you are feeling so stressed out. The event of trying out lasted a week long where there were prep clinics to get you ready for the actual tryout throughout the week and then the actual tryout was on Thursday evening. Still to this day I can picture every moment of that night for the reason that I was so nervous and anxious and making this team is something I wanted so badly and was and is my passion. I also set the goal of being on this team when I was younger. The auditions took place in the high school volleyball gym which is a smaller sized gym and it was a really intimidating experience since there was a panel of judges of about seven or eight and they actually kind of sat

It all started when I was in 6th grade. My friend Lyric and I decided that we wanted to try out for the competitive dance team at our studio. We had been in dance together for two years prior and we thought we were ready to try out. As the day of the try out approached the nerves started ascending. The level of talent on the competitive team was so advanced. I remember my coach saying that even some of the people on the team that year were on the limb of making the team again, people that I thought were amazing dancers.

I walked in alone and fearful of what was to come. I ended up meeting a lot of new people. In those few days I fell in love with the sport. Cheer tryouts were the week after that. I went and some of the same people were there and some weren’t. We learned a new dance and some cheers that on Friday of that week we would show the

It takes real courage, to dance in front of people, but even more so when you don’t know the song you are dancing to or what style you are dancing. I almost had to do that but thankfully I didn’t make it far enough in a dance competition. This dance competition is no ordinary dance competition. It is a week-long dance convention/competition in Las Vegas called The Dance Awards. It is one of the hardest dance competitions because to compete to have to win a scholarship and one of their regional conventions Nuvo, Jump, or 24Seven. I won mine at the convention Nuvo in Santa Clara. On the first day of the Dance Awards, you complete your solo and audition For pretty much the rest of the week you take master classes from the best choreographers

After many years devoted to playing soccer and enjoying every second of it, I became fatigued of the game I once loved. I soon found myself walking into a beginners dance class at the age of ten. I was slightly ashamed to be in a class that had the word “beginner” in the title, but with my best friend by my side, my confidence was renewed.

I had only practiced my dance about 4 times with my coach; other girls practice almost all year for their solos. When it was about a week until solo time I felt that I wasn’t prepared enough for my solo so I considered scratching my name off the list. Both of my parents supported whatever decision I was to make. I felt that if I wasn’t ready I didn’t want to embarrass my coach or myself if I messed up my solo. Solos day came and I decided to scratch my name because I was unprepared and terrified. I learned that just practicing a few times isn’t going to get you very hard so you need to work hard and try your best to

As I started getting older the dance world I was in got more competitive. Competition dance did not come easy for me. My dance studio would split you up into either the “A” team or “B” team. I danced with the “A” team, but was always the weak link of that group. The dances challenged me more than anyone else on my team. Trying to comprehend this as a 10 year old was extremely difficult for me. I would get so upset with myself and wonder why I had to be the worst, and be the one that struggled the most. Today, I am so happy that I had the life experience of being challenged, because it taught me about hard work and dedication at such a young age. I would go home every night and stretch, work on the challenging skills in my dances, and go over my dances just about a million times to make sure that I would not