Object of Importance

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My 7:00 am alarm goes off, waking me from my comfortable slumber. Today is the day. It’s my first dance competition with my new team. It’s my first chance to make a good impression on them, I have to start off on the right foot. I jump out of my cozy bed and rush to the bathroom. I brush out my wavy golden locks and quickly get dressed into my costume, a pastel blue two-piece. I hurry down the stairs and eat the bagel my mom made for me. Once I finished clearing my plate, my mom and I sped off to the competition site. As we pulled into a parking spot, my best friend, Emma, was pulling in right next to us. We first met when we were 4-years-old, in our old dance studio. Instantly becoming inseparable, even to this day. We excitedly hugged each other jumping up and down, and ran to meet our new team. About two hours go by, and it’s finally my turn to perform. It starts off just as perfect as I have been doing it in rehearsals, but then suddenly my music skips. This completely discombobulates me, and I forget about my favorite leap of the piece. Nervously, I try to incorporate it at a random part, but I stumble into the air, and land sideways on my ankle. Through the pain, I finished my dance to the best of my ability. Another two hours then go by, and it is finally time for awards. The tall judge announces that solo placements will happen first. The only thing on my mind was how I messed up and hurt my ankle, but Emma turns to me with a huge grin and says, “It’s you! They called your name! You won!” Shocked, I rush up to the judge trying to ignore the pulsating pain running throughout my body to receive my medal. I accepted the medal, and it sunk in, I did it.