Join the orchestra
“I don’t want to join that boring orchestra, stop annoying me, please.” I shouted to my best friend. It was the fifth time that my friend tried to convince me to join our school orchestra, and it was also the fifth time I refused her.
My friend, Melody, who was very enthusiastic and talkative. She was my only friend in middle school when I was in grade six, because I was very shy, and afraid to talk to others. Even if Melody was an annoying student, she was the only classmate willing to communicate with me at that time.
Our school’s orchestra was very famous in that district, about 80% of the students in our school were in that orchestra. For sure, I was the 20% that didn’t participate in. “Why don’t you join that? Don’t
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I was trying to say something to express my opinion when we were talking together during the training. Then, the manager of the orchestra, Ms. Li came into our training suddenly. Everyone was afraid of her because she was always serious. “ Everyone, listen up!” She used a very loud sound, “ We are going to have a very important competition in 7 months. All of you should participate in this competition. In order to have an excellent grade in this competition, I just made a training schedule for you. You need to come to train every morning before the first class started. You also need to come to the hall after school on Monday, and Friday. I already talk to your class teacher.” Then she left. “That ridiculous!” I said quietly, and only I could hear …show more content…
I tried my best to practice, and others were still better than me. I didn’t have talent on instruments, and I started to be tired of the flute, I didn’t want to practice it anymore. Then I had an argument with the leader. “Your attitude is so awful! You are not the best player in this group, and you won’t. If you continue to keep this attitude to train, I will talk to the Ms. Li and cancel your qualification to participate in this competition.”the leader was as annoying as my mom, she was like a shrew. “It wastes me lots of time, I could not finish my homework because of the idiot training.” I shouted at her, and I felt my voice was shaking. “That’s your personal problem, why others can balance the study and the flute!” The leader also shouted to me. There was a deep calm around us. I left the room, I felt the door was really hard, and heavy for me to open it. That door was never as heavy as that time. In the next two weeks, I didn’t come to train anymore, and I was afraid to face Ms. Gong and the leader. I realized my opinion and behavior was irrational, but I still don’t to face them. Finally, I found Ms. Gong, I told all the things I wanted to express, and she was very patient. “ The most important things is not how excellent you are playing the flute, is how much fun you get from the flute. If you hate flutes, you won’t get any improvements. The only things
One of the pieces the UC Davis Symphony Orchestra performed was Carnival Overture, op. 92, composed by Antonin Dvorak. The conductor at this concert was Christian Baldini and the main violinist was Shawyon Malek-Salehi. This piece was made in the Romantic era with an orchestra instrumentation. The genre for this piece is concert overture and has a sonata form in a similar formate to other sonata forms from the Romantic era, making it sound dramatic compared to the Classical era’s sonata era. The live performance was true to Dvorak’s original score, which took the traditional sonata form of the classical era and changed it to incorporate a common Romantic era sonata form. Although the live performance focused on the first violinist, it still maintained the dramatic atmosphere from the original piece by keeping the sonata form, rhythm, texture, and instrumentation.
Not only am I in the band, but I am an essential component to the success and well-being of my section. The clarinets never sounded better than when they were under the direction of Section Leader Sarah, whom they all loved and adored. Okay, that's a boldfaced lie. As a dedicated band member, I demand perfection, not only in my own performance, but also in the performance of others. I refuse to accept mediocrity from any section member. In my opinion, there is no excuse for not knowing music, ignoring instructions, or not knowing right from left. Sadly, this quirk of mine doesn't make me terribly popular among t...
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
Music is virtually everywhere we go, no matter if it is background noise in a coffee shop or singing along while shopping for groceries, we can find music somewhere. The event I attended was the Flint Symphony Orchestra on October 8, 2016. I have never attended a symphony before so I was excited to go, especially since I had invited my friend to attend with me. For this event, I was already informed by my teacher that the symphony will be formal so we needed to look the part since others will be dressed fancy. This made me curious how this event will turn out. Walking past the ticket area and through the doors to the lobby made me feel instantly memorized at how grand it was on the inside. I went downstairs and there were a vast
After George catches Jim Donnini trashing the laboratory, he tells him that if all the schools were destroyed there would be no hope left, “The hope that everybody will be glad he’s alive”. His determination does not just touch his music students, all through the story he tries many ways to get through to Jim, finally at the end he succeeds. “George glanced at Jim Donnini, who sat at the last seat of the worst trumpet section of the wors...
The weekly log this week was an unnamed piece that was accompanied by a typewriter. The video starts with the orchestra starting to perform. However, a man fumbles his way through the orchestra to the front by the conductor. Everyone has the giggles and the piece begins. The piece had a fast tempo and as a result, the typewriter had an interesting part. The Orchestra was made up of only woodwinds and string instruments. The combination of the two gives a light and soft feel to the music that they play.The typewriter player would mimic the melody that was performed by the orchestra by typing away in sync. At the end of each phrase, the typewriter player would ding the bell on the typewriter that he often uses to single the change of the
It was one gloomy afternoon that my friend and I were on the phone talking about how our day was going. I complained to her how finals week is almost here and how there is so much to do with so little time. She, on the other hand, had an interesting story to tell that day and thought it connected well with my group assigned subject. She said it was a hot sunny day to be running a mile for a fitness examination. They were to run four two hundred meters to equal a mile. While she was running, the coach constantly yelled and accused her of cheating to complete the mile. She also said that the coach did not yell at the girls who just kept walking to complete the mile. I, then, asked her if the coach wa...
The first time I picked up an instrument was at the age of 7 when I was in third grade. You can call it fate, luck, or my destiny but I was one of the three students that was able to join my elementary orchestra. Of course like any kid, I was afraid if had the ability to do such a thing. I mean it’s not every day you’re recruiting into the arts. I kept asking myself “can I do this? Will I fit in this group?” in other words can I be part of the classical music culture? It wasn’t till my first school concert where I had my first solo of “My Heart Will Go On” the love theme from Titanic that I was able to express the countless hours put into a 15 second solo. After that experience I never questioned if I belonged to the culture. Instead I focused on the next story I would tell on stage with the music score in
Anyway, I let it go to my head and the next part of the day was, after lunch, orchestra rehearsal time. I went to the rehearsal like I always did and all of the students would either sit out in the audience or behind the orchestra where we could see the conductor. This day I sat behind the percussion section in a little gallery that had a railing in front of my chair and I was listening, and every now then he would stop the orchestra and ask one of the students why he stopped, which was a very interesting way to teach because before he said something like ‘Trombones, you didn't come in there.’ or ‘Clarinets, you’re flat.’ He would ask us why he stopped so you
The Symphony Orchestra concert was preformed by The OU School of Music with Jonathan Shames as a conductor and they presented Sutton Concert Series. In addition, the Orchestra concert performed at Paul F. Sharp Concert Hall in October 12, 2015.There were like forty-one performers on the stage including the conductor using different types of instruments and and all of them were wearing a nice black clothes. The stage was a quite large with wooden floor and there were two floors for the audience with a comfortable seating. However, all the performers were on round shape and against the conductor.
Musical concerts are undoubtedly an incredible opportunity to experience a great aesthetic pleasure by listening to the musicians perform in front of your eyes. The power of music can hardly be overestimated – it can transfer a number of messages, thoughts and feelings through the performed sounds. Therefore the one can comprehend the music in the best possible way only when it is heard live. Musical concerts are often revelatory and highly impressive experiences to me. This essay thereby aims to provide my reflections and impressions of the concert of Gregory Porter & the Metropole Orchestra which I had the opportunity to attend in Nashville, TN.
Finally Friday came. The tournament lasted for about three hours, peppered with constant complaints, arguments, and threatened fist fights. To my own disbelief, we lost -- by one point! For the rest of the night I rationalized our loss by creating stories of how they must have cheated, accented by remarks about the character blemishes of their mothers. I just kept saying that we were still the best and it didn't matter that we had lost. By the end of the night no one was speaking to me, not even my partner in the competition. I finally snuck off and went home. All the way, I could feel myself choking on ...
My Math Teacher, Mrs. Ladd. When thinking back and remembering all of the teachers that I have had in the past, there is one in particular that comes to mind. Her name was Mrs. Ladd. She taught math at the junior high school.
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.
I met my two best friends through my club and high school teams. The first one, Candace, I met in 8th grade at the club volleyball Halloween party where she was Cookie Monster and I was a zombie volleyball player. We hit it off from there, but we did not become close friends until our first tournament where our moms had planned for us to all share a hotel room. Until then, we had just been teammates, but that first tournament changed my life. We found that we were meant to be best friends and we became inseparable. Her family also had a major impact on my life because they became my second family and I became their second daughter. My second-best friend, Tori, I met during the summer before my 9th grade year. My high school volleyball coach, Putman, introduced us to each other because we were the only freshmen there. While it was awkward at first since we were both new to high school, we very quickly became friends. We were the only two freshmen to make the Junior Varsity team, so we became very comfortable with each other since we were afraid of the upperclassmen. After the highs school season, she joined my travel club team and that is where became the closest we had ever been. I had my two best friends on my club team, and those two girls taught me so much about what it takes to have a healthy friendship. If not for volleyball I would have never met them, and my life would