Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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My breathing was heavy and my heart was a drum beating at a fast rhythm. I could hardly continue going but I felt spirited. As my limbs ached I couldn't help but feel the beat in my heart and coursing through me, keeping me on the beat.
As I opened my mouth to sing it felt like a desert. I continued to squeak out my notes. My adrenaline was pumping and as the rush was going through me as I trudged on. I swing my arms up at the end beat in a uniform way such as a soldier stepping into his position. My head is spinning when we start the second song. I can barely think about it. That was only the first song. We have four more to perform. Up until this point I had forgotten what was in front of me. The blinding lights are gazing down on me as well as the audience right below me. My peers are screaming for us. Behind them there are scores more in the audience. Far in back and off in back
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It's extremely uncomfortable. I feel the burning of my muscles on fire. The longer I go, the harder it is to continue fully. I can feel the sequin digging into my skin. A knife cutting at my sides. Who knew a multicolored, shiny, pastel dress could be so dangerous? It's now time to change. As the tempo changes and the band switches the song I scamper off stage and run to the rack where my new costume hangs. I rip it off and begin to change. Turning from a pastel princess into a rocker in a leather jacket and sparkly combat boots. All too soon it's time to go back on. One of the things I love the most about this is my characterization. I have to have a spice I don't typically possess in my day to day life. This new costume clings to my body unlike the flowy dress. My black jeggings cling to my skin and soak up some of the sweat. But, unfortunately we put on another sequin top that continues to cut into my skin. And then my leather jacket that I have overtop of it only contains the sweat and makes it worse. But I'm almost