As someone with a Filipino last name, I represent it pride. As a member of the Escareal family, I respect my heritage by valuing my father’s acquired background of dance and I respect my culture by cherishing my mother’s cooking. Everyday after departing school , I arrive home with my earbuds plugged in and I’m listening to either the intensive instrumental and harmonic melodies of new school music or the upbeat percussions and funky vocals of old school music. While the music plays, I manipulate my movement into series of lively steps using my head, body, arms, hands, legs and feet. When a ballad transpires, my head and body flows with the soothing vocals. When overpowering electronic music plays, my arms and hands replicates the visuals of sound waves. When rapid percussions appear, my legs and feet vigorously strike the floor to reproduce the action of hitting drums. I perform these sequences of movement in my bedroom, in front of a mirror mounted on the wall. When I’m grooving to the music, the mirror reflects the scene or …show more content…
Recently I have been performing choreography in front of relatives, who have derived from different parts of America and the Philippines. One time, my performance impressed my aunt, she approached me and said “ In the Philippines, when your father was young, he loved dancing with your mother at the school dances and when your mother was young, she woke up at five in the morning, cooked breakfast for her father, walked for an hour to get to her bus stop, come back from school and cooked dinner. You have inherited dancing from your father and determination to work hard from your mother, that’s what makes you an