I know this girl, she's a regular teenager, spontaneous, takes risks, plays sports, likes to have fun with her friends! But there are a lot of things that difference her from the rest! Like the fact that she live, eats, breathes dance. She loves her friends, she would do anything for them, leggitimitly anything! This girl, is me, Anadahlia J. Holbrook, but Dahlia for short. And this is all about me.
Dance is my life. It's not like one of those T.V. shows or movies where the parent forces their kid to dance. I choose to do, i have given up a lot to dance. I take eight classes a week, about nine hours a week. Not once do i complain, even when I'm sick I try to pick myself up and go to class! I don't just love it either, I want it to be the rest of my life. It sounds childish but when i grow up I want to be on Broadway (maybe), and open up my very own dance studio. I want to choreograph a bunch of little girl, go to competitions, the whole shabang! But I have to take baby steps.
I want to start my dance career by attending Michigan State University, and studying dance. I would also very much want to be on the dance team at the university. That is, if I make the cut for the team. Of course my dream school would be Julliard. We all know how it's practically impossible to get in. I will try my best, and I will dream big, but realistically I probably won't. And that is ok, becuase Michigan State is a wonderfull school! So dance is my life, but i love my friends just as much as well!
My friends mean the world to me. I would do anything, absolutly anything for them. That's how much i value my relationships. My friends and I have had our good times and bad, but we always make it through. I have this one friend, she is practically my sister. Not just emotionally, but physically. We share clothes, we have sleepovers all the time. We basically live together! I love her like a sister, but I am also kind of mean to her, but like a sister.
That is everything about me Dahlia!
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