Assignment 2: My First Recital

The rapid footsteps all around me, the smell of harispray entering into my lungs, the hands of instructors pressing gently but with a purpose on my back; I may have only been three years old but the memory is still vivid in my mind. It's the memory of my first dance recital.
I could hardly wait, I had been practicing those simple steps that I had learned in class over and over in front of my family and now it was finally time to show them off. I excitedly put on my costume, the sequins scratched up and down my arm as I swinged them back and forth but I didn't care, it was my big day! The heat electrified of the curling iron that was being twisted through my hair releasing each time a long brown curl. The elastic tightened as my bow was placed on my head. Before I knew it my mom was bringing me into the room that held the 3-4 year olds. The room mom was handing me crayons and paper to keep me busy while I waited for my turn. I looked around and began to feel something wonderful build up inside me, all of my friends were in the room and they were in their costumes too. I then realized that this was a special day because we were all dressed up and my friends were talking about their grandmas and grandpas being there to watch them. Soon, I heard a lady come into the room and say it was time for us to go. The commotion of voices and pushing began to become overwhelming and I quickly grasped on to my best friends hand hoping she understood what all of this meant. We were brought behind the backdrop to wait for our turn. I could hear the wild cheers from the crowd as the song stopped and the dance before us ended. Butterflies raced through my stomach. We were frantically told to hold our neighbors hands and before I knew it my feet were swept out from under me by the force of each person being pulled. I quickly began to pick up my pace and found my X on the dark stage. I could see my dance instructor smiling and showing us our first position. Then, the music blared and I began to bounce up and down with the rythm. I could hear shouts of encouragement and saw my family cheering for me. I followed along with my instructor and delightedly smiled at all of the faces watching our dance. When the dance finished, the roar of the crowd washed over me. I could hardly contain my excitement while I held my ending pose until the lights went out, then I darted off the stage right into my mom's arms. I loved every second of that recital and it turned out to be apart of my life ever since.