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I applied for FSU today and I had to write 2 essays. Heres one, I NEED to know what you think. And please, BE HARSH!
Waiting backstage is as exciting as seeing a shooting star. The whole world around you disappears, as time seems to retard. The sights, the smells, the sounds; all of it erases itself from your mind as you step out onto the black marley floor. Carefully traveling across the stage to my starting position, my breath is slow and concentrated. This moment in time is what I live for. Aware of the thriving anticipation of audience members sitting in the distant darkness, numerous sensations fill my body. The strings of guitars float out of the speakers and I am ready. My heart and my soul are about to perform for the audience. Lying on the ground I remind myself, THIS is dance.
There is no way to explain dance. Years of sweat, blood, and aches are put into this “hobby”. Countless hours of rehearsals are spent executing the same 8 counts over and over again until every dancer looks the same. Perfection is an understatement for us. But dancing solo; what a journey! In the classroom, you stand-alone with no one else, but your choreographer. Only you, the mirror, and the music exist. It is your responsibility to learn and execute the steps. Here, technique is everything. But onstage, emotion takes over. There is no thinking, no concentration, and no knowledge of anything around you. You get lost in the music. You are the music.
As I move through space, I move to the music. As time goes on, I become the music. All alone, I have this huge stage beneath my feet to do what I please. Feeling the floor, feeling the music, and feeling the emotions, I dance. I dance for myself now, without a care in the world as to what others think. My many experiences dancing as a group cannot even compare to the sensation of dancing alone. If I am to fall, I can improv my way into the next series of steps. The dance is mine.
The softening of the music confirms my fear that my performance will come to an end. How I wish I could dance forever. Slowly, my body comes to a stable pose. I stand there for the last few seconds onstage. Looking out into the audience I cannot help but smile. I have just left my footprints in the eyes of those watching. My name is Desiree Siegel. I dance.
well maybe not too harsh....
Describe an activity, interest, experience or achievement in your life that has been particularly meaningful to you.
Waiting backstage is as exciting as seeing a shooting star. The whole world around you disappears, as time seems to retard. The sights, the smells, the sounds; all of it erases itself from your mind as you step out onto the black marley floor. Carefully traveling across the stage to my starting position, my breath is slow and concentrated. This moment in time is what I live for. Aware of the thriving anticipation of audience members sitting in the distant darkness, numerous sensations fill my body. The strings of guitars float out of the speakers and I am ready. My heart and my soul are about to perform for the audience. Lying on the ground I remind myself, THIS is dance.
There is no way to explain dance. Years of sweat, blood, and aches are put into this “hobby”. Countless hours of rehearsals are spent executing the same 8 counts over and over again until every dancer looks the same. Perfection is an understatement for us. But dancing solo; what a journey! In the classroom, you stand-alone with no one else, but your choreographer. Only you, the mirror, and the music exist. It is your responsibility to learn and execute the steps. Here, technique is everything. But onstage, emotion takes over. There is no thinking, no concentration, and no knowledge of anything around you. You get lost in the music. You are the music.
As I move through space, I move to the music. As time goes on, I become the music. All alone, I have this huge stage beneath my feet to do what I please. Feeling the floor, feeling the music, and feeling the emotions, I dance. I dance for myself now, without a care in the world as to what others think. My many experiences dancing as a group cannot even compare to the sensation of dancing alone. If I am to fall, I can improv my way into the next series of steps. The dance is mine.
The softening of the music confirms my fear that my performance will come to an end. How I wish I could dance forever. Slowly, my body comes to a stable pose. I stand there for the last few seconds onstage. Looking out into the audience I cannot help but smile. I have just left my footprints in the eyes of those watching. My name is Desiree Siegel. I dance.
well maybe not too harsh....
Describe an activity, interest, experience or achievement in your life that has been particularly meaningful to you.