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Personal Narrative: The Basement
My chest physically hurt from being flustered and cramped in the small, hot room in “The Basement”, a rental studio in Hollywood. All 75 of us dancers stood hoping to dance the part of the 5 that were featured in Brie’s “M.B.A.D.” commercial. Brie is an upcoming entrepreneur and owns a dance studio in southern Florida. Everyone already knew one of the 5 spots is going to Jazmyn, Brie’s daughter. The rest of us stood and hoped to dance the part of the lucky 4. Brie lined us up by height and looked at the shape our bodies. Just by the way they looked, about 20 girls already got cut. The studio continued to stay even more heated than before; since the tech crew persisted setting up the huge lights.
Not soon after that, Hannah and Phil, both directors, started yelling for certain people to go on different sides of the room. “YOU!” Hannah screamed, pointing at me, “Go to the left side of the room.” I slowly walked over and saw Jazmyn standing over there too. Suddenly, I got a way better feeling than I had before. At this point, there stood about 15 of us on my side, and 40 on the other. Phil walked over to my side and started to explain what was going on. “You 15 are the ones we are considering for the commercial,” he explained, “We
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After about an hour of waiting, he finally showed up. It remained utterly miserable inside, so I put my hair up before learning the dance. “5!..6!..7!..8!” he shouted before started teaching us the combination. I could already tell this dance was going to be harder than what I am used too. He taught us the full dance in about 10 minutes. Afterwards, we had an hour to perfect the routine before the directors made the semi-final cut, then Brie had the final decision. I set off for outside, considering it persisted to swelter inside, and about 4 others did the same. I drilled the dance routine in my mind until I knew it perfectly top to bottom. When our time was up, the directors called us back

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