I was 17 years old, wearing nothing but a black leotard, nude tights and an intolerable pair of 2-inch capezio-heeled shoes, while a camera crew followed my anxiety peers and me to the Radio City music room.
How did I end up here? Considering that it was my dream – and my mom – to be a Rockette Radio City, I was auditioning for “Rockette Summer Intense” almost 15 years ago. It was a demanding, weekly, chapter, where young women thirsty danced their hearts, begging them to stay enough to offer the opportunity of a life-coveted place in the world-famous kickline.
In the same year I have enrolled in the audition for intensely hundreds of other girls-which has since been replaced by two other summer programs and works differently-MSG stream was piloting a reality cable TV show that presents 10 slightly naive, aspiring rockets.
To be considered for the show, I presented a strange video of myself performing with my high school high school dance team, and to my surprise, I was chosen for what would become a changing life experience-but for the reason you would expect.
The crew followed me and the other nine local girls of the three-state surrounding area, “Real Housewives” -stile, as we performed what felt like 1,000 blows to filming the opening loans in an empty radio city in the morning Wee.
I didn’t understand that time, but looking at it now, the magic of the drama produced by reality was obvious. They were honored in the injury of a girl who resulted in the terrible of her audition.
Another caste friend revealed to the cameras that she irresponsibly went to a concert one night in front of the audition and was running with empty smoke – which led to the viewers to believe she would blow her chances of nailing her audition.
And of course, when he came to me, the cameras were made sure to enlarge my panic face in that audition room – fortunately for the crew, I looked really peeled all the time.
I was drawn aside to make green screen stories, everyone as I tried to go through the audition process without crying-or tossing from the exhaustion and the nerves.
I didn’t actually be thrown, but I was close to him.
I remember I was a ball of nerves and anxiety, wondering how I got into this situation.
When it was time to open my acceptance – or rejection – email on the program, it was in front of a movie crew in my parents’ kitchen. My mother is avoiding the camera was so nervous to me that she dirtyly filled a glass of wine to catch in our laundry room in 3rd afternoon.
She accepted me after the fact, and my family still laughs for this to this day.
I was accepted and relieved, excited and worried about knowing that this trip had just begun.
Audition Day was just a little look at what the weekly program meant – and that was a little terrible. I knew I was a good dancer, but I never considered myself amazing, like some of the other girls who had the same dreams as me.
Looking back now, I could have been typical as “novice with potential” – but at the time, I just made it easier for me to read a refusal email on a camera.
Day every day was a six-hour training day-something that real rockets have been accustomed to large heat followed by the drilling of Christmas routine dozens of times and, of course, hundreds of shocks.
Then at home, more drilling. I was so worried that I wouldn’t remember the routines. I would wake up every morning leaning, trying to continue my tricks.
This program was one of the most difficult things I have ever done, both mentally and physically – perhaps to this day, but especially at 17 years old. The scary part of all this was that everything was documented for TV, at a time when Facebook was barely one thing and no one was using their camera phones in their full potential.
Undoubtedly, every day that week, I tried to create an injury to an injury that I could forgive to justify myself from the program early. Not because I wasn’t enjoying it or it wasn’t worth it – but because I was an uncertain teenager I doubted.
It did not help when the good that leads the intensive’s discovered on the camera, my biggest uncertainties about my technique as a dancer to see the world – this is enough to traumatize a teenager. I remember they said some of my movements were not so sharp or that I had to work on my abilities.
We were a group of high school girls trying desperately to see both the cameras and the program principal – a cattiness recipe, as someone could imagine. I remember asked one of the girls a question about a routine we were learning and she just spoke to me when the cameras were rolling. This gave me a taste of both TV reality and dance world – and I didn’t care about anyone.
I was in a room among so many highly talented dancers who would give their left kidney to be a Rocket – however I was more fascinated with television show operations than anything else. I loved the camera work and to be on the screen- all the before and after the aftermath I was excited.
The show was a tremendous experience for many reasons, but mainly because it helped me decide what I wanted to do with my life – and what I wanted to line up.
At that time, I thought I would pursue the dream of becoming a Rockette or Dancer Professional throughout the age, but this experience helped me realize that I wanted to work in the media – something I would never know if it were not for that TV exposure as a teenager.
As I did not become a Rockette, instead of falling into life as the dancing parade of wooden soldiers, I started my way to spectacular.
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