(If you are reading this, please don’t laugh. I’m already embarrassed enough.)
The day has arrived. Photo shooting. My teacher, Mrs. Du would be taking pictures of me and my dance mates: Ivy, Chloe, Sara, Elaine, and Mary. I did not know it would be a very, very weird and awkward experience.
Today, I arrived early in the dance studio. I put my things in my own cubby before walking in to find a seat. My other friends Ivy and Chloe were already seated at a table, so I walked over there to join them. I barely had a chance to talk to them, and before I knew it, I was following Mrs. Du and my dance mates to the photo shooting spot.
We entered a church for some reason, and in there we came across three people. One of those three walked up to us and said, “Oh! You guys are so pretty! Did you know that my friend is a ballerina? She would love to see pretty ballerinas like you guys! May I take a photo?”
Mrs. Du was first to reply. “Yes! Of course.” So there we were, forced to smile while looking all jolly and happy in the camera.
The lady took a million pictures of us. What annoyed me the most was the part where we had to say “cheese” every. Single. Time, the lady took a photo of us. “Thank you so much!” she said at last.
Suddenly, Sara said, “Ugh! Now we are called ballerinas!? We are dancers!” And guess what? That sentence echoed all around the church. I was about to scream. We were only two feet away from those people and Sara just got to complain.
“Really? You got to complain literally two feet away from those people? Are you crazy?!” I said to her.
“Meh,” was the only response I got.
We finally walked out of the church and onto a grassy field where Mrs. Du was going to photo shoot us. Ivy, Chloe, Sara, and I were the only people who got our photos taken before two gigantic groups who were taking a tour were walking towards us. We quickly moved out of the way, pretending we were nothing but a few kids playing or fooling around. But that was what we thought we looked like. In reality, everyone was staring at us and some were even taking photos at the “pretty ballerinas”. I somehow managed to hide behind Ivy as the groups passed by. When they finally disappeared, we continued to take photos.
After everyone had their photos taken, we walked around to different places to see where we could take a photo. We found another spot and started posing. But just as we were about to leave, something I would never forget happened.
A man walked past us and said, “Ooh! Pretty ballerinas!”
Then, just as the man was about to leave, Sara just had to say, “Oh come on! We are now called ballerinas again! Humph.”
The man heard her and asked, “If you guys are not called ballerinas, then what are you guys called?”
My face turned bright as a tomato.
Mrs. Du saw the man in confusion and asked him what he just said. The man asked again, “What are you guys called then?”
But since Mrs. Du was Chinese, she could not seem to understand what he was saying. So she managed to say, ”Sorry, I’m Chinese. I don’t speak English.” In a heavy accent.
The other people were very confused as well. So the man gave up and walked away. OMG!!! What did you do Sara?! I thought. I asked Sara, “Why did you have to say that? WHY!? Now you embarrassed us.”
“Oops. Heh…” Sara said.
But later on, Sara asked me what she did wrong. So I’m guessing she did not know what she caused. So, I told her the long and embarrassing story.
At the end, Sara just said, “What? I just had to say it because which dancer would like to be called a ballerina!”
*Sigh* Sara, you really need to keep your thoughts to yourself…
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The day has arrived. Photo shooting. My teacher, Mrs. Du would be taking pictures of me and my dance mates: Ivy, Chloe, Sara, Elaine, and Mary. I did not know it would be a very, very weird and awkward experience.
Today, I arrived early in the dance studio. I put my things in my own cubby before walking in to find a seat. My other friends Ivy and Chloe were already seated at a table, so I walked over there to join them. I barely had a chance to talk to them, and before I knew it, I was following Mrs. Du and my dance mates to the photo shooting spot.
We entered a church for some reason, and in there we came across three people. One of those three walked up to us and said, “Oh! You guys are so pretty! Did you know that my friend is a ballerina? She would love to see pretty ballerinas like you guys! May I take a photo?”
Mrs. Du was first to reply. “Yes! Of course.” So there we were, forced to smile while looking all jolly and happy in the camera.
The lady took a million pictures of us. What annoyed me the most was the part where we had to say “cheese” every. Single. Time, the lady took a photo of us. “Thank you so much!” she said at last.
Suddenly, Sara said, “Ugh! Now we are called ballerinas!? We are dancers!” And guess what? That sentence echoed all around the church. I was about to scream. We were only two feet away from those people and Sara just got to complain.
“Really? You got to complain literally two feet away from those people? Are you crazy?!” I said to her.
“Meh,” was the only response I got.
We finally walked out of the church and onto a grassy field where Mrs. Du was going to photo shoot us. Ivy, Chloe, Sara, and I were the only people who got our photos taken before two gigantic groups who were taking a tour were walking towards us. We quickly moved out of the way, pretending we were nothing but a few kids playing or fooling around. But that was what we thought we looked like. In reality, everyone was staring at us and some were even taking photos at the “pretty ballerinas”. I somehow managed to hide behind Ivy as the groups passed by. When they finally disappeared, we continued to take photos.
After everyone had their photos taken, we walked around to different places to see where we could take a photo. We found another spot and started posing. But just as we were about to leave, something I would never forget happened.
A man walked past us and said, “Ooh! Pretty ballerinas!”
Then, just as the man was about to leave, Sara just had to say, “Oh come on! We are now called ballerinas again! Humph.”
The man heard her and asked, “If you guys are not called ballerinas, then what are you guys called?”
My face turned bright as a tomato.
Mrs. Du saw the man in confusion and asked him what he just said. The man asked again, “What are you guys called then?”
But since Mrs. Du was Chinese, she could not seem to understand what he was saying. So she managed to say, ”Sorry, I’m Chinese. I don’t speak English.” In a heavy accent.
The other people were very confused as well. So the man gave up and walked away. OMG!!! What did you do Sara?! I thought. I asked Sara, “Why did you have to say that? WHY!? Now you embarrassed us.”
“Oops. Heh…” Sara said.
But later on, Sara asked me what she did wrong. So I’m guessing she did not know what she caused. So, I told her the long and embarrassing story.
At the end, Sara just said, “What? I just had to say it because which dancer would like to be called a ballerina!”
*Sigh* Sara, you really need to keep your thoughts to yourself…
Picture source: https://www.aliexpress.com/item/2255800342626711.html?gatewayAdapt=4itemAdapt
