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La Salsa
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 DancerBabe91, 13,
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I´m on stage with Britney Spears, dancing like there´s no tomarrow. The crowd is roaring, but I suspect it´s not for Britney...it´s for me!
CAW-KA-DOODLE-DO! CAW-KA-DOODLE-DO! Ok, so I guess it was just a dream,#1. because I have the same dream every night when I shut my eyes, and #2. because right then, my stupid rooster alarm clock went off. But I wasn´t upset. My heart was smiling, in fact, that I was getting up at 5:00 in the morning on a Saturday. Why, you may ask, did my alarm go off on a Saturday? Why was I happy about it? I´ve got one word for you: Dance.
I guess when you find something you love to do, you want to do it all the time.In my case,it was doing the salsa. Being the girl that I am, I switched on the BoomBox, and can you guess what I did? DUH! I grooved around my room, not a care in the world.
"Britnee? Are you up yet?" said my mother, the former pro jazz artist.
"Ya!" I called through the door, and we both cried together, "RECITAL!!" Mom and I are the same in a lot of ways, for example, she gets just as excited for performances as I do! She even makes little home-movies to send to Gram and Gramps about my passion of dancing. I´ve got to tell you, I love that woman.
So, she helped me with my make-up and my outfit, and off we drove to the theater. I always feel a little sick on the way to the theater (which by the way, is about half an hour away from home), so we pulled over a time or two so I could get some air.
The second time we pulled over, and I got out, I saw a boy from my school. He was riding his bike to the mini-mart down the road.
"Hey you!" he called to me as the wind blew his hair. "Nice outfit."
"It´s for dance! I´ve got a performance!" I called back.
But all he said was, "That´s so old-school...get with the times! Nobody dances anymore, especially in recitals." He tore off, leaving me mortified. What was he talking about? How could he say such a thing? I got back in the car, without saying a word, and never talked once durring the rest of the ride.
"Brit! You go on in 10 minutes! How are you feeling?" Coach Lopez, the salsa instructor, was always looking out for me. She and my mom had danced together in high-school, and were best friends.
"I´m not going on." I even shocked myself. She asked me what on Earth was I talking about, and told me that I would go on no matter what. When I answered ´no´, she replied, "Britnee Rose, you will not let this team down...will you?" I just love her Spanish accent.
Right then I wanted to dissapear. Should I dance? No, it was so old-school! Should I let my team down? No, that was for bad sports. So what did I do? I ran to the bathroom, and started to cry. I know, I´m not a baby, but this was something to cry about. I felt confused. I felt like jell-o. I would have to get a new hobby.
When I was done crying, my make-up was smeared, and my face was all wet. I looked a wreck, and was surprised the mirror didn´t crack in front of me. Then, out of nowhere, a video...a flashback, started playing in my mind. It was mom talking to somebody--it was me! I think I was little, because she looked very tall, and she said, "Britnee, do what you love to do!" I gasped. I´d made up my mind.
But as I tried to fix myself up, which Mother had so graciously done up, my music started to play out there, and I heard people in the audience questioning themselves about me.
"Where is that girl?" One asked.
"I hear she´s really good." One answered.
My feet hit the ground so hard as I ran to the curtains. And looking so bad, with that video playing over in my head, I saw Tanya, my partner in Salsa, dancing up on stage all alone. She was so young! And she was so terrified to be up there all by herself.
"There she is!" I was back where I belonged. The stage. Tanya laughed, in relief I think, and I just smiled as I grooved to the beat. As the people cheered, I realized, this is what I love. I want to do it for the rest of my life...and I don´t care what people say. It´s my dream, and it always will be. |
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