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Personal Narrative: The Minneapolis Convention Center
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It's competition day, three days of dance a week will finally pay off! My team and I have been working toward this all year and are first competition is here. We are dancing and the Minneapolis Convention center. The minneapolis convention center is in the middle of Minneapolis. It is a Big building with four dome shaped roofs and 6 Huge different commercial rooms. The competition was in commercial room D. The stage was in the middle of the room, and they had green and blue lights circling the stage .The dressing rooms were behind the stage. They were probably 3 of our lunchrooms combined. This competition would set the tone of the season. I was In the dressing room

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