This post is part of Portraits of Place.
I waited in the wings, first in line to enter on stage. I normally didn’t get that nervous, but I guess the fact that the one person I wanted to please was there had an effect on me.
The elegant, peaceful music started; our pastel-colored, fancy dresses flowed perfectly; every move intertwined with the next. We slid from the wings to center stage, and back to the wings. It was the longest dance of the recital, and as we disappeared off stage, the audience started to clap. They thought it was over, but we were emphasizing the grand entrance of… our fathers.
My heart began to beat heavily all over again as my dad grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. We performed the routine just as expected, demonstrating the relationship between father and daughter.
If only the audience knew that my father and I didn’t really have one. I’d seen him only a few times in the past few years. We were going through a phase where we had more important things to do. The only definite time I would see him, other than holidays, was my annual dance recital. I was amazed by the feeling of my dad holding me again while dancing; the activity I loved most.
When I stroll pass City Theater, I tend to focus on the simple things that mean so much. I stare at the cracked concrete outside the entrance, wondering how it was damaged. I enjoy the odd-shaped sign that announces what shows are playing; because of the personality it gives the building. I notice the people who enter the theater, realizing that it’s for everyone and anyone.
And then I remember the chills that I felt when I stood on the cracked concrete below the unique sign, as I watched people enter on that special night. If I had the choice, I would go back to that moment in City Theater and live it all over again; from the unfamiliar nervousness while waiting in the wings, to the end when my dad handed me a single red rose.
Post by Sarah Pettengill. Photos by Carolyn Gosselin. This post is one in a series written by seniors from Biddeford High School for Portraits of Place. Three years ago, English Teacher Carolyn Gosselin began collaborating with the Heart of Biddeford, a nonprofit organization dedicated to the renewal of Biddeford’s Main Street area. Since then, youth voices have become influential in community planning, as students discover the proud history of this evolving mill town and share their perspectives on its renaissance.