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When the bell rang I went to my locker, got my stuff, and darted down the stairs to see if I made into the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. First thing that I saw was the crowd of students in front of the VPA board. I looked around I saw many different reactions. After I saw my name on the list I was excited but a little bit scared. I thought to myself after I saw my name that this might change me as a person.
Next Tuesday... the bell rang time to go the first rehearsal for VPA. We first figure out where we sit and who we sit by. We started reading the script, first thing Megan told us that this musical is all singing. Everyone had a different reaction, but my reaction was scared. When we finished reading the script I
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When I heard "places for the top of act one" I almost didn’t want to go . After I was done with the first scene my butterflies were gone but ,when it was time for the Go Go Joseph scene my butterflies were back. When it was my turn to do my solo it was going great but then it all went down hill, but I got thru it the best I could for a beginner. After the show I went to DQ to hang out with the cast. When I got home from DQ I said to myself to make sure to watch Mr. Slade. I had a dream that I mess up when my family was there so I had to make sure that I didn’t mess up. After the show my family was angry with me. But I was only a dream.
Tonight is the last time for me to be wearing the baker hat. My mission that night was to do outstanding on my solo and I did. When I was finish Mr. Slade gave me the thumbs up. So after the show I notice that this musical has change me because it has given me confidence in myself. Also that if you want something or to excel you must practice and don't give up. Try not to worry about failure because you sometimes fail before you prevail. So when I hear this song this is what I think
On a Wednesday night I saw Texas State Theatre and Dance Department's performance of A Chorus Line. The main plot of the musical entails the audition of 17 dancers for several Broadway roles on the chorus line. However, during their auditions the director Zach asks for personal stories of each dancer's life. Though the plot of this musical is seemingly simple in its twist on the traditional audition, it explores themes that reveal the human experience, the search for individuality, and the sense of self.
Nothing lasts forever. Everything, whether good or bad has to come to an end. But people do say that sounds and voices do not die. Melodies we hear in our life lives on for generations and ever after. No matter who we are or wherever we come from; in whichever situation we were in, at some point of our lives, we have come across certain melodies that still live in our heart. And I am no different from others. There are certain musical pieces that have not only influenced my life, but have made a significant impact to change me for the better.
Until now, only my family and those who have had the experience of calling my house in the midst of one of my renditions of the confrontation scene between Javert and Valjean from Les Misérables knew about my passion for musical theater. For years I have endured ridicule from my sisters and their friends who have overheard me belting out the lyrics to "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof while in the shower. Ever since my first musical, Jesus Christ Superstar, seven years ago, I have been obsessed with the telling of stories through melody and verse. My heart leaps when I see that Phantom of the Opera is coming to the local theater, or when Guys and Dolls is appearing on television at one in the morning.
I have confronted and challenged myself in other realms of my life. Last spring, in Harvard's Agassiz Theater, the lights were dim and the audience hushed as a cool cube of ice melted over my tongue. Through the crack in the curtain, I noticed my friends huddled in the rear of the theater. A moment later the music roared and I leaped on stage with my troupe. Dressed in our radiant costumes, we feverishly danced, skipped, and clicked our sticks in near perfect harmony.
“We have a special song that Mr. Christy doesn’t know about – sorry Christy.” Nothing like Fishers light hearted humor and clumsy grin to help shake off my nervousness. He continued. “In honor of everything Mr. Christy has taught us the last four years, we want to play him this song. It is called “Songs My Mother Taught Me.” We changed the lyrics to Mr. Christy for obvious reasons.” The remaining crowd chuckled. “I will now give the mic over to Skyler to give a few words.” I was on the stage, flute in hand and a microphone in front of my face staring into a very familiar audience. Everyone else had left except for the proud students and parents of band. I spoke, now feeling warm and
I was practicing the routine for my opening act, for the Broadway musical "The Sound of music." I am an actress playing the lead role of the main character Maria. My director Jane Marshall says," Barbara, you only have twenty minutes until your performance." My only chance to start a satisfying reputation for myself and please the audience. As I listened to those words come out of my directors mouth, that's when it dawned on me. I will only have one chance to do it right. I wouldn't want to cause any disarrays.
My love for music has kept me afloat through many tribulations throughout my life. When I was younger I was fascinated with the concept of music theory. This love led me to play recorder, piano, and now guitar. I love the freedom that music allows one when composing an original piece. There are so many genres and aspects of music to choose that one can never be bored. With my music, I feel I am able to paint a vivid story of my life. As the notes carry my thoughts and passions, I am able to share my hopes and dreams with anyone who would stop and listen. I hope to improve my skills in the future and work on sharing my love for music with others. There's no better feeling than composing and preforming ones own
Meanwhile, my voice inevitably shook in rhythm with the music. I was filled from head to toe with terror, but pushed through it. Why did I agree to do the Christmas show in the first place? I knew I didn’t like talking in front of large groups, so what made me think singing and playing guitar would be fine? Nothing. I was pressured into doing it. “It will be fun!” my neighbor, teacher, and friend Tim said, “Your family will love it!” He was right about the second part, but at least for me, it was far from
I had read through the entire list twice and had not seen my name. Instantly I became devastated. I was almost positive that I would have been selected. I started to question all that I had done, wondering what I possibly could have done wrong. Had I not worded my essay right? Had I not written enough? Had my band director not noticed all the hard work I had done throughout the year? My head was swimming with so many different emotions I was sure it was going to explode. I felt angry, disappointed, depressed, and confused. I was sure my band director had missed something, or made a mistake. However, I soon began to feel a bit of understanding, and more than that I felt a new determination rise up in me. It began to consume me, filling me with this new found resolve. From that moment on I understood what my next step was going to be. I knew that I was going to do everything in my power to learn more about what being a leader truly means, and how I could become
I remember vaguely, my stomach shaking and lips quivering. I wanted to be there and I wanted to stay there, but, in my head, something was wrong. My surroundings, the voices, and the environment just didn’t feel right to me. The place I had arrived at was where I had been hoping to go, for years, yet being there brought a different type of emotion to my mind. My assumed feeling was happiness and joy, but in the instance that I was there, anxiety and fear flooded through my mind. I couldn’t find any valid reasons as to why I was feeling this way. After all, I was only attending a concert.
In that moment, I knew I was going to become a theater nerd, not fully immersed but I’m getting there. After “Wicked”, I then saw what till this day is my favorite musical, “The Lion King”. And then to my surprise, not even half a year later, because of my love of the show and how much it changed my views of art, my dad said we would see it again in December. He realized how much musicals affected me, both my parents had. In seeing it the first time I had chosen that I wanted a future in the arts because of how much this musical influenced
The changes I had to make in the last three weeks is on the verge of monumental. I now find myself searching for ways to better myself, I strive to make myself better, and I am hungry to learn something new everyday. For that to happen I had to change myself and how I percieved myself. I had to learn that I was not going excel at everything but I had to quit doubting myself and learn to build myself up instead of tearing me down. No one can bring me down faster than I bring myself down. I had to do this by learning how I learned and finding a way to challenge myself and find a different way to learn. I know the best way that I learn but I needed to learn more about the patterns and myself as a learner. I didn’t want to be ordinary when being extraordinary is a better
"You just didn't have a sparkle in your eye." Only a few weeks after my seventeenth birthday, I sat in front of a panel of adults I had once adored as they told me why they had crushed my lifelong dream. For obvious reasons, I did not like the answer. I had dedicated my entire life to performing- singing, dancing, and acting. I always had a desire to be a star someday, and when I was awarded the voice scholarship at my high school and given featured roles in the musical every year, I thought my opportunity to be a star was finally within reach. Unfortunately, despite consistent hard work, dedication, and a strong audition for my final high school show, the opportunity to pursue my dream was never afforded to me. Endless nights of crying came
I'll never forget the time I made it into my high school's variety show during my freshman year. Every student has dreams of being the most popular kid in school. I was the quiet kid in school. I never caused any trouble, I never asked questions and I never started conversations. I wanted to be popular, but I knew that I needed a new image. I always enjoyed music; I always thought the drums were cool, so I began to play the drums. I formed a band with a few of my friends in hope to gain little popularity. In order for us to get our peer's attention, we had to try out for the variety show. I would have never imagined that playing in the variety show for my peers would transform me from a nobody into a somebody. I had two main goals that I wanted to get from being in the variety show: to gain recognition from the students and to play music on stage in front of a large audience.
"Nervous and excited were the competing emotions I was feeling that day. We had been practicing for months; okay not really but it felt like months it was probably weeks. This was going to be my first gig. I thought of it as my big break to my music career; this was going to be it! I was straight out of high school just walked the stage in May but I was completing my second semester in college at Palo Alto. I was driving; my moms red Mercury minivan. It was the Summer of 2001 and I was up for anything. I was in summer school taking some psychology and sociology classes. I had some extra time and I hadn't played in a band in a while but I still played my silver Fender Jazz bass guitar any chance I got. I though I would hit up AOL Instant Messenger