Don't Forget to Remember

Remember to Hold on Tight

I am 8 years old and it's the middle of Janurary. I stand in the middle of my dance studio waiting for my teacher to tell us what the name of our recital song is and what our costume is gonna look like. I remember first hearing the song and thinking we are gonna be maid... umm I don't like the idea of that. Months go by and I start learning the dance, I still don't like it. It's around March when our teacher gives us metal buckets and rags to go with our outfit and I immediately loved it. Once she introduced the buckets I started realizing all the stupid moves in the dance were stupid because we were missing the buckets. It is now a month before the recital and we start cleaning the dance. By now everyone but me has dropped the bucket in the middle of the dance and I am starting to think I will never drop it. Nevertheless, my teacher told me "remember to hold on tight". It's the week of the recital and I am feeling incredible, nothing is gonna make me drop my bucket. All that change when I walked into the auditorium where the recital was being held and I saw all the cameras that were going to record the entire thing and I started freaking out on the inside. I tried to calm myself down but that wasn't working to well, so I just moved on with my life and changed into my costume and grabbed my bucket and rag. I was sitting backstage waiting for the encounter for the que to go on the stage. Everything went silent. I couldn't hear a thing and then out of the corner of my eye I saw my class starting to walk onto the stage and I just had a nervous breakdown. I tried to calmly walk out onto the stage but my feet were shaking way to bad. Once i was in my spot, i set my bucket down like i was supposed to and i posed. At this time, i could finally hear again and was starting to gain my confidence back. The music started and i was hitting all my moves correctly and I felt like i was going to rock this performance until we had to pick up our buckets. I grabbed my bucket with sweaty hands and i went to move on with the dance and it happened. The bucket slipped out of my hand and made a huge clattering noise on the stage. I was frozen and some of the other girls were to but others were yelling at me to pick up my bucket. All i could hear was the audience laughing and i was so embarrassed i wanted to cry right then and there. From that point on, I decided i was never going to make that mistake again. I vowed to always remember to hang on tight.