It was a cool October evening. Excitement and family members 1 the hall. I was only a 7-year-old girl, but I was the center of 2 . Finally, after weeks of preparation, I would show off all my hard work in a dance of performance. Everything would be 3 —so I thought. I waited backstage all 4 up in my black tights with a golden belt. In a loud and clear voice, the master of ceremonies 5 that my class was next.
