Cinderella Play Analysis

For the remainder of the month we got together three times a week to write, rehearse and iron out details of the show. That was one of the most stress filled, exciting months of my life. On one hand the pressure of the show gave us motivation to make more progress in music that i feel like i ever had in my entire life, but on the other hand that creeping feeling that we weren't going to be prepared enough by the time the show rolled around was just as constant. After weeks of stress filled practices and promoting the show to our friends and family, and around town, the night was finally

A couple of months later competition season came and I was so nervous to go out there and perform in front of a lot of people. After the first

In the moment, my abilities never faltered. I kind of like that about myself. I may worry, but when it comes down to it, I’m pretty persevering. Despite this, I harbored mixed feelings about singing again.

The auditions were in January of 2012. I did not know of the results of my performance, and neither did Mr. Carter. I began to put it off until for the rest of the day. I really did not know what to think. I believed that it was a successful audition, but my doubts had come into play, and the thought of it all started to just make me nervous. I mean, how could a child, who knew little about music, possibly accomplish such a

A powerful euphoria consumed me. Of course, the show was far from over, but I felt like taking off my headset and slamming it to the ground like a winning touchdown. I executed the problematic cue that caused me grief during rehearsals.

Then the practicing part came and I had some challenges with my song. I don’t have very good breathing control and the song is hard on breathing. I got better in that by practicing. But this still challenges me. Also, I had problems with hitting the right notes, sometimes I was singing Amy’s alto parts, but she always alerted me so that was good.

I was volunteered to sing a solo. Even though the song I was supposed to sing was the third song of the night, I was shivering with fright. I was shaking so hard that when I was applying my eyeliner, I accidently did a winged eyeliner instead of the natural looking one. Voices in my head were telling

The reason I had not done well was not because I was late. It was not because I had a reed wasn’t good, or because I was stressed out, or because I was lazy. It was because the audition was too hard for me. It was because those six other people had been more talented than me. It was because I was not good enough. They say I am the next Talia, or the next Sarah

I have very little confidence in singing and performing in front of people, so when I tried out for the talent show at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp, I legitimately

Come to the front and sing these notes she said. So nervous I sung flat. She said never sing again, you’ve

When I got to seven eleven gas station, the popular song, Hello by Adele came on the radio. It’s obviously one needs to be very talented to be able to sing every note on that song. I remembered of my assignment and my friend who dared me to sing in public. I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Before I started singing out loud, I was thinking about how hilarious it would be people hearing my terrible voice.

That day everything was exactly how it had been during previous filmings. Keeping with my monotonous routine, I quickly got into position in front of the contestants, who were standing in their respective kitchens. Before long the cameras were rolling and I was unconsciously spitting

"Besides the part where I have to wear a rubber mouse head for 6 minutes, yeah" I responded laughing. We continued to stretch, going through our splits, and adding some relevés to get our ankles warmed up. We stretched our arms and legs, did a few push-ups and jumping jacks. All you could smell was the hairspray, and the make-up, and weirdly cookies, but that's because we all teamed up and brought snacks. We all made our way onto the stage, pitch black, to hear mumbling out by the sound booth and up in the light box. All of a sudden the lights come on, and we sit ourselves in a semi circle around the three teachers, Lauren, Gretchen, and Vanessa. I zone out as they begin speaking and focus

As I was analyzing the song, I was listening for specific sounds and noises that would

Now, in approximately one minute, I will enter the stage, and immediately begin singing a duet with my actor partner for the night. After this song, we will speak our dialogue and then exit the stage. A simple concept, but an experience that can wrack the mind and senses should anything go wrong, should your flow be interrupted, or should you freeze. My lips flutter and frenzy as I mentally live each scene in vivid detail. "Patiencecanitbethatyoudonotrecognizeme?ArchibaldwhynoIdonotcoulditbe?Why,Patience,yesitis..." The process is accentuated by my anxious fiddling with the lily precariously placed within my pants, to be produced later in my scene. I work through my song, producing the vocal