My Secret Hiding Place
Only a minute before, this place was filled with people, and now I am the only one left. Nobody has ever thought that the dance floor is not only a dance floor. It can be a social gathering place, a performance place, and to me, it is a self-revelation place. Dancing exists in many different forms: typical ballroom dance, disco, rave, ballet, hip-hop, break-dance etc. I twist, I jump, I spin on the dance floor surrounded by mirrors, watching myself dancing with many other me twirling around the room. The dance floor plays a big part in my life. It is a place that gives me confidence, courage, comfort, freedom... I started to dance when I was negative one years old? How should I say this? I guess before I was born is more appropriate. That's is what my mom told me. She told me that I was a very naughty baby. I used to dance in her belly, and because of that, she believes that I am a gifted dancer. I was sent to ballet lessons in the age of three. I gave out my first solo performance in the age of 4. I practice day and night under the supervision of my teacher and my mother. As a five years old girl, I believe what they gave me were overwhelming. I finally could not stand th
e stress and started to hate ballet, hate the music, hate the mirrors, and of course, the dance floor. Yet, what I can see is not only the physical me, but also the inside me. As I grew older, I practiced not only ballet, but also different kind of dances, Ballroom dance, Hip-Hop, and Modern dance. The dance floor, a place that gave me tears and smiles, sadness and joyfulness. I knew how proud she was because of me. However, at that time, I really hate it. I did not want anyone to know especially my mom. I can see either I got fatter, thinner, taller, prettier, uglier. I express all my feelings on the dance floor. Whenever I felt depressed and angry, I would run to the dance floor and play a fast song in order to express my anger. Whenever my parents decided to move to a new house, they would spare a room for me or the basement for me to build a dance floor. I always find the real me in my dancing room. Yet, I still participate in a lot of competitions and performances.
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