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.