Through a Teenager's Eyes

This is a collection of original poems that describe life 'Through a Teenager's Eyes' All poems are written by me and I hope you enjoy them!


12. My Solo Act

My Solo Act

I was a cute, little 9 year old Girl Scout. And a brave one, too. During my troop's retreat to Camp Betty Perot, along with 20 other troops, we did a performance. Every troop had to do a skit, song, dance, or whatever they wanted. Our troop, however, didn't do a group performance, but a couple individual performances. A few did a skit; two danced the Cotton-Eyed-Joe; and me? I did the one and only solo, a cappella song and dance performance.

Even from age 9 I knew that I wanted to go into performing arts someday, so I thought, "why not start now?" So I found a song that I wanted to do and I practiced, and practiced, and practiced. I'm pretty sure my parents were happy to send me off to camp so I would stop singing "Burnin' Up" by the Jonas Brothers.

On the night of the performance everyone was a little bit weary from a long day of camp activities, but we all perked up for the show. The lineup was oldest to youngest, so I was near the end. There were lots of skits and dances, mostly done by the older girls. WE laughed our heads off because of how funny they were. And then, finally, it was my troops turn to go backstage and get ready. The girls doing the skit went out before me, and did a fabulous job. Looking back I remember how adorable they were.

While they were making the crowd giggle up a storm, I realized just how scary this would be. "I can't do it." I told my troop leader. "They'll laugh at me."

"Haley," she said to me, "they won't laugh at you. They'll see how brave you are and cheer for you. Just go out and do what you've been practicing." That gave me the motivation I needed to go out on stage.

I walked out and saw 200 eyes staring at me, almost daring me to mess up and give them the opportunity to laugh. When I started singing, the silence was penetrating, almost pressing down on me. I was stiff as a board, paralyzed with fear. Then I remembered my dance moves. I hesitantly began moving my feet a little. Then I started clapping my hands and, finally, shaking my hips. But it was still silent.

Then, out of nowhere, someone started clapping and singing along with me. It was a glorious and uplifting moment. Soon the entire crowd was engaged in the song. The plaza full of discordant voices encouraged me to finish the song.

I've never been so proud of myself. I got through an entire solo performance, and got the crowd engaged, too. I remember my performance at Camp Betty Perot with pride. I was extremely brave, and I took the first step towards my ultimate goal of becoming a singer. Without that moment, I don't think I'd be nearly as far as I am today towards reaching my dream.

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