I pressed the play button on my tape cassette for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. Freezing into position, I waited for my cue. Slowly I turned my body around in time with the opening cords. I had to get it just right.
Time was running out.
The beat picked up and my movements got faster. Using everything I knew from that brief time in dance class and working with a friend, I thought I had it this time.No. I knew I had it.
Then my brother barged in and the whole thing came to a halting stop.
Few minutes later of yelling back and forth, I was at it again. I had put on my bodysuit that was going to magically help me get this all just perfect.
It was a talent show after all.
Again and again. Determined to be the best, I started changing up a couple of things that would get it to that point at the end where the applause would be so loud that I would never forget it.
Looking back, it was a time where I believed in myself.
Hours later, the big moment finally arrived. I rewound the tape and brought it out to our livingroom. Cathy, our babysitter gave me the cue that it was my turn in our weekly talent show. My brother would go after me.
I nodded to her and she hit the play button and slowly, I began just like I practiced.
Closing my eyes, I moved to the music and felt it all come together while hoping that I would not mess up. Somehow she had managed to get my brother not to make a sound or even look at me funny. When I finally spun around for that last time, I heard her applauding even before I took my bow.
I could still hear the clapping as I fell asleep that night. What a feeling.
I think I was obsessed with this song that year. Our babysitter, Cathy was awesome. She would let us stay up late to watch my favorite show, The Love Boat and we would put on talent shows too. There is nothing like that a feeling as a kid that you can be beyond awesome even if its just for a song.
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