There they were. Hanging in all their glory. The amazing red and black robes of the Advanced Choir. These robes were given only to the finest singers in high school. And I wanted one. But the only feature on my portfolio was annual Christmas caroling. Not impressive compared to the ex-American Idol contestants in the group. With visions of myself in the beautiful robe, I sat in the auditorium waiting for my turn to audition. I listened for the Chorus Director to call my name on stage, I thought back to my first audition ever... It was 4th grade, we were performing Beauty and the Beast. I wanted the role of Babette, more than anything, and I was excited to try out. My audition was great... Or so I thought. I didn’t get the role of Babette, I got some forgettable two-line role. I went home that afternoon and cried my heart out while lying on the kitchen floor. Not knowing how to express my emotions any other way; I vowed never again to try out for anything… The voice of the Director calling out names pulled me out of my memory. I was coming up after a few more students. My nerves and excitement continued to build. …show more content…
Tamira Powe". Back in real time, it was my chance to shine on stage. To earn the black and red robe. The audition began with a Major scale, and remembering The Sound of Music, made me successful. As I improvised the other two scales, I locked eyes with the confused face of the Director, and her Assistant. This is not going well. Next was sight reading. They expected me to do ten measures. I survived two. I sang a quartet piece - both alto and soprano parts. As I sang, I pictured myself in the black and red robe. Believing myself to be the one rare freshman who would get Advanced Choir. I had to convince them I was
On November 16th, 2013, I attended a concert choir, fall choral concert. This event took place on the Wheaton College Campus, in the Edman Chapel at 7:30 pm. The chapel was well-lit, with long pews for the audience to be seated. The concert began with the audience looking up into a balcony, where the ensemble stood in neat rows. They watched the conductor, who stood on a stage in front of the audience, waiting for their cue.
We had finally done it! We were good enough to play on stage. We had practice so long for the concert. We could play the Christmas songs we practiced for in front of our parents.
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On February 27, 2014 the Humberside Collegiate Choir performed 3 songs at the Ontario Vocal Festival (OVF) in the Mayfield Secondary School auditorium. This choir wore maroon sashes with their school logo around their waists so that they could be identified as a choir. This choir sang “Fair Phyllis”, “I Value My Country”, and “One Goal”.
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.
I believe our choir is filled with ambitious and talented young ladies. With confidence, focus, and the desire to succeed; I think our choir could be unstoppable. In order to perform to the best of our ability, there are a few things we need to fix in our songs.
Lefebvre, Eliza. "Choir gives voice to kids’ confidence." Buffalo News 14 March 2013, n. pag.
It was a bright, cold day in March. Suzie dragged her feet as we marched along the crooked sidewalks to my music lesson. She was my best friend, and we had always done everything together, ever since we were little babies. But Suzie didn’t care about singing. She just came along to be with me. I wanted to be a great singer like Miss Marian Anderson.
Upon receiving this project, my mind began racing as I looked through all the potential shows I could attend. After awhile I came to the conclusion that while I appreciate the talent and effort that goes into opera, I do not always enjoy it. That sentiment follows me when it comes to instrumental music, such as classical, as well. However, I have always enjoyed musicals because I can easily follow the story due to the often familiar movie style pacing. With this in mind, I knew I wanted to attend one. Luckily, a classmate discovered that the North Raleigh Christian Academy was going to show Irvin Berlin’s iconic musical; White Christmas. To my pleasant surprise, this show sold out every single day they put it on and the energy in the building
On Wednesday, May 23rd, I attended the College Choir concert in the Reamer Campus Center. The choir performed a variety of songs, ranging from pieces in Latin to traditional American folksongs. Two of the pieces featured solos, and one even featured percussion instruments. Mrs. Elinore Farnum provided piano accompaniment for each of the songs, and performed beautifully. I was extremely impressed by the talented choir members and their ability to sing such a varied range of songs.
The spring choir concert that I went to was like the percussion concert just with singing. I enjoyed listening to the singers as they sung the different melodies. As I was sitting there listening to the different singers sing I could not help but to think about how strong there voices are and how strong they must be to get over the big space of the performance center. Voice is just lost in such a big space like the one in the Price performance center, they have to work on their voices and make sure that they can sing loud, clear and strong to get it across to the audience. Also, while trying to do that they must make sure that the quality is not lost while trying to increase the loudness of their voice. I could also tell the different voices such as the tenors the sopranos and the altos. I could not help but to realize how these different voices interacted with each other and how without one set the sound would not be the same and would be lost. I don’t understand how some people can sing as high as they do, such as the alto section. They must have some hard exercising for their voice to get as high as it does and to sound just as good.
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
A Chorus Line is a musical that focuses on Broadway dances who are auditioning for spots on a chorus line. Throughout the play, the different backgrounds and struggles of the different dances are shown to the audience, explaining the behavior of the dancers. As the past of each of the dancers is unfolded, the audience understands and appreciates the musical more and more. Not only does A Chorus Line portray the difficulties that performers must overcome to be successful, it also demonstrates the real world fact that not everyone can “make it.”
I slowly open the big wooden door, not knowing what was about to happen. My first day of show choir, I have a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach. I walk into the room and a wave of chatter hits me. My nerves rise as I look around at all the girls that already know each other. I start to doubt my ability to make friends when I feel like such an outsider. Flash forward three years it the first day of show choir my senior year. Now I’m one of the people talking and catching up with everyone. Some of my best friends are in from this program, I can’t believe I ever felt like an outsider in what now is my second family. Show choir has had a large impact in my life teaching me confidence, leadership, and responsibility. At the start of my first year of show choir I was hesitant to perform in
I didn’t show up at the Miss Lanier pageant expecting to win. There were at least 15 other girls competing against me. I just wanted to have fun that day. I was nine years old at the time. I wasn’t nervous at all, not about the 15 girls competing against me, not nervous about the three judges at the front of the stage, not nervous at all. Now that I look back on that day, I realize that I should’ve been nervous; my hands should’ve been shaking, my stomach turning, and my brain in turmoil while waiting to step on stage. But I wasn’t. All I wanted to do that day was have fun and maybe make a friend or two. My mom and I stood behind the stage, waiting, just waiting. At one point the pageant director came to make sure nothing was wrong. Some of the girls next to me were acting like it was Miss Universe, but I was just treating it like a dressed up walk on a stage. Once she left we stood in a line at the back entrance to the