I’m practicing ballet everyday.
I’m going to a ballet competition.
“You have to believe in yourself.”
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
On my first day of practicing, my tall, kind teacher, Miss Chen, told me that the competition would be on July 28th, 2012 before she started to teach me the dance that I would need to perform for the judges. At first it was pretty hard, but after more practicing I had gotten a lot better.
“I know it’s hard and I know that you’re nervous but if you keep on trying I know that you will succeed,” said Miss Chen, comforting me.
“Thank you Miss Chen. I will do my best!” I replied, a little comforted.
After a few weeks of practicing I needed to go to different places in Hong Kong to work with different teachers and students. I practiced at home, at the studio, and sometimes I even practiced in my head in a shopping mall. I would hear the music playing in my head and imagine that I was wearing a tutu while I was dancing.
It was the day of the competition, and I was so nervous and excited. My caring family was there to support me, and they made me believe in myself. They also gave me courage, for example by always being there for me.
“Are you nervous?” asked the other competitor.
“A little.” I replied. “You?”
“I’m so nervous!” she replied.
Finally it was my turn. This was the moment that I’ve been waiting for. The music started playing and as my feet started to move, I started to feel much more powerful, feeling like I could do anything. Even though I couldn’t see where my family was sitting, I knew that they would be sitting somewhere watching me dancing and feeling really proud of me. I finished my post, then curtsied and ran off the stage.
At last it was over and I couldn’t wait to see my score. While we were waiting to see my results, I was starving, so we had dinner. We consumed spaghetti Bolognese, beef stack and vegetables. The tantalizing smells coming from the other tables made my mouth water, and when the food arrived, I ate very quickly but politely and I ate a lot, too! After dinner we left the restaurant to see my results. I was so scared that I thought that I would heave up my beef stack. I might get a bad score, but I had to believe in myself, just like my ballet teacher had said. Eventually, I saw my score. I score was 87 the highest was 100. It was better than I expected, but I wanted to do better next time.
The next ballet class I showed Miss Chen my results and she was very pleased. I was also really proud of myself and I knew that I couldn’t have done it without her, my family and my own dedication.