Orientation - WATAA

I sat, waiting for the orientation to begin. I was extremely nervous, fidgeting with all my jewelery. Unless I am dancing, being in front of lots of people is not my forte. Especially beautiful ones. All the girls here were amazingly model-like.
I opened a letter my brother had written and sent to me, telling me how much he missed me. I read it again, even though I already memorized it. It gave me strength and courage, which I needed as soon as I was called to the center of the room to talk about myself.
"Uh, my name is," I was interrupted by a very tall man who yelled at me to talk louder. I cleared my throat and started over. "My name is Kateryna Poriskov . I'm Russian, and I dance." I twirled the vintage ring my brother gave me, trying to think of something to say. I looked back up to all the girls staring at me.
"Dancing is my second home. When I'm doing pirouettes and arabesques, I feel like I have a purpose. By attending this school, I hope to become to the best dancer I can be. Call me Kate the dancer."
I quickly sat back down, blushing.
 
Does anyone wanna go get something to eat later? ~ Kateryna