Tears streaming down may face as I stand on the top of the
podium. North American National Champion…it was because I ate a certain
breakfast and tied my shoes a certain way, no all the stars were in a line. I
did not win the competition, my luck did. I developed a problem of relying on
an unknown force to guide me to success.
Years later at every competition I did everything I did that day
expecting the same result. My lucky socks and my mom’s wake up call would
guarantee my chances of winning. Practice declined as my rituals increased. My
dancing and dedication got worse and worse until my performances were purely
based on luck and the forces of prayer. I was tapped. So determined that
destiny would guide me anywhere. I finally hit a wall; it took me years of
failure to realize that my talent was more impressive than any number of
rituals. I stared working harder than ever, training everyday. Pools of sweat surrounding
me, my feet blistered and calloused feet aching whenever I walked.
The competition
was near. I felt more ready than ever, but I was still uneasy about not doing
my rituals. The final test of my days without luck, that hard work pays
off. After dancing to the best of my ability,
I was left on stage in front of the podium, me and another girl left standing
alone, both wanting the other one’s number to be called. My heart was beating
out of my chest and my palms grew sweaty. A flash back to the beginning, my talent did
get me here, now would it pay off again? The announcer began to speak and the
tears feel down my face. Who would be left standing?
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