Dancing Toward Sucess- Falling Into Reality

I have the freedom to follow my own ideals, to make my own choices, to express my own morals, and to determine how I want to pursue my happiness. The kind of life I want depends on the kind of person I am - on my character and culture. I ask myself time and again, "how am I going to live a happy life in society today?" This question can be answered differently every day, depending on the events and actions that I take as an adult. An unforgettable experience taught me that making it in society does not always mean being the best.
When I want something in life, I know that it usually does not come easy. Hard work and dedication is involved. For the past eleven years of my life, I have been a full time dancer. I started tying those jazz shoes onto my feet at age six, never thinking that one day they would come off. I still will slip them on once in a while, when I get an urge to prance around in front of the mirror, or attend a small dance audition. After my third year of dancing at my studio, I was definitely craving the competition aspect of dance. If any dancer has strong talent and extremely good technique then they were certain to be a part of the chorus groups. With my first year auditioning, I easily gained a position into the group. From that day on, being successful became natural. Years passed and I had moved up in the dance world. I then made the senior chorus, as the youngest member ever, at the age of thirteen. I won over two thousand dollars in scholarship money towards my dance classes over the next four years.
Dancing with older girls in the senior chorus, influenced me to work harder and strive for new heights. The following fall, I pursued my new goals. I wanted to be a part
of the Annette & Company Dancers, which was the most elite performance group. Being a part of this group was the highest, most privileged level that any dancer at the studio could reach. All of the members were either assistant teachers or teachers, which made me pretty intimidated, yet honored at the same time. I was a good dancer in my eyes and my building successes were proof of that.
As I then entered high school, I was rewarded in numerous ways. I was promoted to an assistant teacher at my studio, joined the Annette & Company Dancers, and was granted captain of the junior varsity and varsity cheerleading teams. The cheer tryout had to be one of the more easier tryouts, unlike the tryout for the musicals. I could not sing-yet I could dance. There was no doubt about that. My conscious told me that I could make it, just how much did I want to test my skills, abilities, and my luck. Just like every other endeavor in life, I have gave it a try. Seeing my name the next day on the cast list was surprising-I made it. I had thoroughly enjoyed the theater that year, so I gave it another shot the following winter. I made the cast for my second consecutive year. I was now a dancer, cheerleader and an actress, as happy as I could have ever been. At this point in my life, I did not see failure as a possibility. I just knew that things were better than they had ever been.
By my junior year in high school, I had performed with the best dance group, with the school’s musical cast, and with the high school cheerleading teams. Times were great. So far, I have always done what I have wanted; I guess I have been lucky.

Although, this past September, my luck died down. Little did I know that fate would turn its corner.
The Michigan State Orchesis Dance Company was hosting tryouts for their yearly performance at the Wharton Center. When my eyes caught glimpse of the flyer, I knew I had to tryout. Stepping out with my jazz shoes again, was just what I needed to feel like I was