It was the end of one of my performances for my senior musical. Me and my fellow cast mates were laughing and discussing things regarding the musical. In the middle of one of the conversations I was having, my phone started ringing. It was my mom so I answered and she was crying so hard that I could barely understand what she was saying. I kept asking her what was going on and I still didn’t understand her until I heard her say “James. The time has come. This could be it.” As soon as she said that, I instantly dropped to my knees and broke down in tears. I don’t think I’ve ever cried this hard in my lifetime. My friends were surrounding me and asking what was wrong like I’m assuming you’re thinking right now. For the past five to six years …show more content…
I knew that today was the day that I was going to say goodbye to my partner in crime. For a while I didn’t want to see him still but if I didn’t do it at the time I did, I wouldn’t have said anything to him at all. My mom allowed me to go back to see him by myself so I could say the things I wanted to say just between me and him. The whole walk to his room I thought about the all the memories, the things he taught me in life, and how he was my primary father of my life. The minute I reached his room, I choked up with fear. There was my best friend pretty much knocked out with a ventilator down his throat. It was a terrifying sight for me to look at. The machines were over there breathing for him. It was strange because I didn’t cry at all. At first, I wanted to turn around and walk away, but I knew I needed to talk to him and let him know that I was there for him like he was always there for me. Whenever I walked up to him, I held hand and tried to be positive and tell them about how great the show and it was an amazing time. After that I said “Man, I would do anything to have you back home sitting on the couch watching Family Feud and compete with me over it. I’m happy that you taught me to push myself towards greatness and not to be stupid with my decision. You are always going to be my partner in crime and my dad in my eyes. I feel like I haven’t told you this enough, but I love you so much. I just wanted you to know that I meant that with all my heart. I’m here for you man.” Right after I said that, I felt him squeeze my hand. That’s when more tears erupted from my eyes. As I looked at him, I saw the exact same thing happening with him. His eyes might have been shut, but that didn’t stop the tears. I didn’t want to leave now. He was my hero, my go to guy for advice, and my number one fan. I wanted to spend as much time as I can with him, but I had to get something to eat
People have dreams of what they want to do or accomplish in life, but usually musical theatre is just pushed into the non-realistic void. It isn’t a dream for me. In the past four years, musical theatre has been clarified as my reality. Musical theatre has been the only thing I have seen myself wanting to do. My first love was The Phantom of the Opera, seeing how I watched it almost every day and it was one of the first shows I saw. Of course, I started doing all of those cute shows in middle school and making a huge deal about it to my family and friends, but I have never felt so passionate about something. The minute I get up on that stage I throw away Riley for two and a half hours and it’s the most amazing feeling! Being able to tell a story
Of course, as any other young girl, I didn’t really know what real pain was. I mean the type of pain when losing someone, more specifically, having someone taken away from you. I remember everything like it had just happened this morning. Long story short, I had my dad pulled away from my arms due to immigration issues. I wasn’t easy going through that. I had to go to school with a smile on my face and let no one know what had just happened. Up to this day, I get choked up just thinking about it. It wasn’t easy then, and it's still not easy today. With all the pain going around, I never stopped to realize I wasn’t the only one who had experienced that. As I got older, I became aware that many of my fellow classmates had the same thing done to them, sometimes even worse.
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
I knew I would miss him, but I always thought he would be back. I knew that it would be
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
I must have been a very little girl, probably about four years old. The memory is somewhat fuzzy, but I do remember that I had been naughty and that I had been made to stand in the corner of our dining room as a result. I think I was being punished for my antics at the dinner table. While I stood there feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I could hear the rest of my family in the other room talking and laughing. This only made me feel even more sad and alone than before. I began to feel neglected and I decided that my mother had forgotten about me.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
Theatre has heavily evolved over the past 100 years, particularly Musical Theatre- a subgenre of theatre in which the storyline is conveyed relying on songs and lyrics rather than dialogue. From its origination in Athens, musical theatre has spread across the world and is a popular form of entertainment today. This essay will discuss the evolution and change of musical theatre from 1980-2016, primarily focusing on Broadway (New York) and the West End (London). It will consider in depth, the time periods of: The 1980s: “Brit Hits”- the influence of European mega musicals, the 1990s: “The downfall of musicals”- what failed and what redeemed, and the 2000s/2010s: “The Resurgence of musicals”- including the rise of pop and movie musicals. Concluding
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
...tered and saw what was before me; my stomach got a really bad feeling and I began to breakdown and cry. My daddy was laying on a big white bed with cords connected to him. His arm was wrapped up and he had doctors surrounding him. He was crying which made me even more upset.