My parents always told me that I couldn't dance, because it was a girl's sport. But I never gave up my dream of becoming a dancing star. I practised secretly, learning from books, films and shows. However, without my parents' support. That1seemed all but impossible to reach.
One summer, my little sister Maggie was going to dance lessons. I immediately asked2parents for permission (允许) to take her to the lessons. What a3chance to learn dancing! One afternoon, I was practising a new dance in my room, when Maggie walked4.
"What's the matter, Maggie?" I stopped5.
"Denis, you are a great dancer! Can you help me?"
"What is it?" I wondered.
"There'll be a dancing performance in my school,6the boys think I'm slow, and none of them wants to be my partner. 7 you dance with me for it?" she looked at me anxiously.
"You can be a good dancer!" I encouraged her. "Let's show those people that they have been8all along."
In the following months, we9every evening, hiding from my parents. I was having a fantastic time and10Maggie improved a lot.
Finally came the big day. I became nervous when I heard my parents would come to watch the performance. As the11began, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. We moved perfectly, shining with pride. From the cheering of the crowd, I was sure we had succeeded.
My heart was beating wildly when I saw my12coming towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Well done, Son, Though it is hard for me to admit it, you really looked like you belonged to this stage. Go for it and make us proud."
I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. I knew that the road ahead wasn't going to be easy, but I wouldn't give up. I wanted nothing more in life than a dance.
