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unfold from afar. The
swirling, twisting and turning of the dancers in front of me, along with the
steady thumping beat of the latest hip hop song that everyone knew so well, all
seemed to mesh together into a whirlpool of crazy colors and sounds.
Then, feeling a slight nudge in my lower
back, I was pushed towards the front of the stage. An instant flash of recall
had me leaping into the air. Everyone still considered this moment the
highlight of our routine. It was the grand finale and my chance to relinquish
my status as actually being a decent dancer and choreographer.
Flinging my arms and legs forward, I came
down onto the stage, one foot at a time. Then reminiscent of that morning’s
episode in the school driveway, rather than gripping onto the stage in a final
dramatic stomp, my foot slid forward and just kept on going until my whole body
landed horizontally on the floor with a loud bang. In a blur of dizziness, I sat
up and looked around to see that I had slipped on a pool of blood. Blood that
had oozed from the gash in my knee and onto the stage.
At that very moment, I was overcome with a
sudden rush of nausea and unable to stop the sudden convulsion, I vomited all
over the stage.
Too terrified to open my eyes, I wished I
could turn back the clock. Back to the day of our dress rehearsal when
everything had gone so smoothly. My final leap had been the high point of the
day, where even Miss Sheldon and also Alex our expert hip hop dancer, had
congratulated me on my performance.
I dared to glance fearfully out into the
audience. Everyone appeared aghast and I could see the shocked expressions of
my mom and dad. Then, realizing I was surrounded by worried faces peering down
at me, everything suddenly went black.
What
is Sara really up to?…
The next thing I remember was my mom’s
voice. “Julia, Julia!” Are you alright, darling? Julia…”
I had gazed at her briefly before blacking
out once more and then awoke in a strange bed, my mom, dad and brother by my
side.
After collapsing so dramatically on stage,
I’d been rushed to hospital in an ambulance where I’d had to spend the night
for observation.
When I opened my eyes, my mom hugged me
tightly, the relief obvious in her eyes. “I’m so glad that you’re ok,
sweetheart!”
“You had us really worried, Julia!” my dad
continued with concern.
And then of course, a typical comment from
my brother, Matt. “What a finale, Julia. You were awesome!”
Mom looked at him crossly which quickly
wiped the grin from his face. Trust him to try to joke around, even at the most
inappropriate times. I certainly wasn’t laughing but I sure was glad to have my
mom and dad there with me.
When I was finally allowed to leave the
hospital, I couldn’t wait to get home to the safety of my room and I quickly
climbed the stairs, declining any offers of help from my parents.
I could not believe that the night I had
been looking forward to for so long had ended up so badly. All the time and
effort I had put in to getting our dance perfect was for nothing. Well, that’s how
it seemed to me. I had practiced and rehearsed constantly, just as much or even
more than anyone else. And it had all ended disastrously.
After arriving home from the hospital, I
spent the next 2 days in bed. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated and didn’t
want to face any of my friends ever again.
“Perhaps I could go to another school?”
That was the question I silently asked myself over and over while trying to be
brave enough to make the suggestion to my parents in the hope that it might be
possible.
Although I knew they wouldn’t allow it, I
just did not know how I could possibly face everyone at school. I decided that
I must be the laughing stock of the grade and I really dreaded the thought of
ever going back again.
I replayed the entire events of that
terrible day in my mind, right from the moment when I had woken up late and
realized I had overslept. Thinking back now,
swirling, twisting and turning of the dancers in front of me, along with the
steady thumping beat of the latest hip hop song that everyone knew so well, all
seemed to mesh together into a whirlpool of crazy colors and sounds.
Then, feeling a slight nudge in my lower
back, I was pushed towards the front of the stage. An instant flash of recall
had me leaping into the air. Everyone still considered this moment the
highlight of our routine. It was the grand finale and my chance to relinquish
my status as actually being a decent dancer and choreographer.
Flinging my arms and legs forward, I came
down onto the stage, one foot at a time. Then reminiscent of that morning’s
episode in the school driveway, rather than gripping onto the stage in a final
dramatic stomp, my foot slid forward and just kept on going until my whole body
landed horizontally on the floor with a loud bang. In a blur of dizziness, I sat
up and looked around to see that I had slipped on a pool of blood. Blood that
had oozed from the gash in my knee and onto the stage.
At that very moment, I was overcome with a
sudden rush of nausea and unable to stop the sudden convulsion, I vomited all
over the stage.
Too terrified to open my eyes, I wished I
could turn back the clock. Back to the day of our dress rehearsal when
everything had gone so smoothly. My final leap had been the high point of the
day, where even Miss Sheldon and also Alex our expert hip hop dancer, had
congratulated me on my performance.
I dared to glance fearfully out into the
audience. Everyone appeared aghast and I could see the shocked expressions of
my mom and dad. Then, realizing I was surrounded by worried faces peering down
at me, everything suddenly went black.
What
is Sara really up to?…
The next thing I remember was my mom’s
voice. “Julia, Julia!” Are you alright, darling? Julia…”
I had gazed at her briefly before blacking
out once more and then awoke in a strange bed, my mom, dad and brother by my
side.
After collapsing so dramatically on stage,
I’d been rushed to hospital in an ambulance where I’d had to spend the night
for observation.
When I opened my eyes, my mom hugged me
tightly, the relief obvious in her eyes. “I’m so glad that you’re ok,
sweetheart!”
“You had us really worried, Julia!” my dad
continued with concern.
And then of course, a typical comment from
my brother, Matt. “What a finale, Julia. You were awesome!”
Mom looked at him crossly which quickly
wiped the grin from his face. Trust him to try to joke around, even at the most
inappropriate times. I certainly wasn’t laughing but I sure was glad to have my
mom and dad there with me.
When I was finally allowed to leave the
hospital, I couldn’t wait to get home to the safety of my room and I quickly
climbed the stairs, declining any offers of help from my parents.
I could not believe that the night I had
been looking forward to for so long had ended up so badly. All the time and
effort I had put in to getting our dance perfect was for nothing. Well, that’s how
it seemed to me. I had practiced and rehearsed constantly, just as much or even
more than anyone else. And it had all ended disastrously.
After arriving home from the hospital, I
spent the next 2 days in bed. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated and didn’t
want to face any of my friends ever again.
“Perhaps I could go to another school?”
That was the question I silently asked myself over and over while trying to be
brave enough to make the suggestion to my parents in the hope that it might be
possible.
Although I knew they wouldn’t allow it, I
just did not know how I could possibly face everyone at school. I decided that
I must be the laughing stock of the grade and I really dreaded the thought of
ever going back again.
I replayed the entire events of that
terrible day in my mind, right from the moment when I had woken up late and
realized I had overslept. Thinking back now,
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