ballet exams

The tense of your muscles. The pain trying to keep perfect posture. Practicing and remembering every arm, leg and head movement. Practicing for the important day. The exams are one hour and fifteen minuets. Pins pushed in you head to make the perfect bun tugging your hair, accidently tasting the great smelling and horrible tasting hair spray, the feeling you face being just like a face lift just to take it out and make a perfect flat bun. Feeling that butterflies are stuck in my stomach, not wonting to do the exams. Up the stair is he room where we do the exams you waiting for the examiner to ring the bell for us to come in the room. First to run in the room I felt the tense of my muscles and the shake of my hands. As the examiner watching our ever move, holding the bar doing my favourite exercise you can hear the silence and only the pencil writing rapidly. the delight with the butterflies out of stomach. The joy of finishing bar, running to the center do in my favourite exercise port de bra (carriage of the arms) forgetting the position I start in finally remembering what position I start in when the examiner was not looking. Finally finishing we went to a straight line knowing that we hade to cont beats the thing that I was terrible at having to remember 68’s, 24, 34 and 44 and have a dance move with it. Having to do our dance for the examiner, jumping up with joy to do the dance. Showing the dance in twos I was first to do our dance. When every one was done the dance we did our bows down the stair every noticed that we forgot to do one of the center exercise that you listen to the music and do what ever you wont. Doing the bows again we left the room. It took about four months for the exam papers, jumping with joy because I was got the highest in the class.

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