Dancing is something I discovered last year in sixth grade. At first I was VERY skeptic, because when I was younger I absolutely despised dance. But, because my principal couldn't fit CA (Competitive Athletics) into my schedule, I figured dance was the next best thing. I got all the things I would need (very unhappy it was all black might I add) and I borded the bus for eigth period every day that year. I knew I would hate it from the start, but I kept my feelings to myself and prepared to dress out every day.

Boy, was I wrong?! I met so many amazing new people, and we all had SO much fun! I thought, 'It could not get any bette than this!' Wrong again. I discovered something called Dance Troupe, an extra-ciricular dance class with our same teacher for seventh and eigth graders. Me and many of my friends decided to audition at the end of the year, wanting to have even more time together after school and to get a chance to preform for our friends at pep rallies.

The auditions were in April, and it was two days long. The first day we learned the dance, the second we auditioned with the dance and showed the judges kicks, chaines, pirohuettes, and other stuff I probably won't be able to spell correctly. It was hard, but in my group I was with  my friend Channing and two girls from Hutch (BOO!!) I didn't know. Nervous, with my knees knocking, I hustled in there, unsuccessfully tried to do a double pirohuette, did an alright axel (being taught it the day before by my Annie choreographer, Kyla!), and did some pretty beast right leaps.

"The list," my dance teacher told the mass of girls, sweating in their leotards and tights, "will be posted tonight at about nine on the door of the studio. There will be 12 to 18 girls accepted." A nervous murmur swept across the room like a wave. We nodded and drew numbers from a hat, deciding what order we would go in. At first I got 42. I shook my head and told my dance teacher, "I have rehearsal for Annie. I need a lower number if I want to make it on time." She laughed and hand picked the number nine. Which was great, because my lucky number is 8.

So anyway, I got in (freaking out in the process) and this week we are doing two preformances. One is at the eigth grade boys basketball game on Monday, and the other is at our Magnet Open house! (Both are at OL if you want to come see either one!) We have a very challenging dance to learn, but we finished it on Tuesday and today we got our spots. Of course, all of us wanted to know where we were, and could hardly stand it until our teacher told us to line up how she told her. You see, I love this dance, and I wanted SO badly to be able to do a toe touch at the beginning of a dance. Our teacher told us a bit of good news though, "Because you all were very confident in our audition for your spots, you all get to do toe touches!" HUZZAH!

So yeah, we do some really EPIC stuff in that dance, but I won't tell you because I want my parents to be suprised when they watch it at the basketball game on Monday.

Thanks for reading!
Livi

PS: Next post will be some more writing. A one page paper I did to let out how nervous I was before the semester tests last year. But it's not in first person POV. I hate first person. Wait. I'm using it right now. Nevermind.