I have some
friends who are dancers. Sometimes we talk about dancing and they have told me
how it feels. This is how I imagine it would feel if I was out there dancing.
I stand in
the arbour. Butterflies are in my stomach and I can feel my heart pounding in
my chest. This isn’t my first time dancing but I know that I could never get
used to this fluttery feeling. I hear the drums throbbing in my ears. The
strike of the drum so loud, that I can even feel it in my bones. The sun shines
on my face and I close my eyes. I take a deep breath and smell the scent of
sweet grass in the distance. The drums beat faster and I know that it’s almost
my time. I reopen my eyes and they adjust to the bright beams of the sun. My
stomach growls, making me instantly regret not eating. But how can I with all
these butterflies? I look down at my
regalia. It’s so beautiful and precious. Each sequin and bead sewn with
absolute care and love from my Kokum. I look up and see her and smile. She
smiles back and a warm, calming feeling goes through my entire body. All the
butterflies die and I’m ready to begin. Ready to work my hardest and hopefully
that hard work will pay off. And maybe, just maybe I’ll win something. The
drums are starting to slow down and I know it’s my time.
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