Descriptive Essay About Basketball

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

Basketball was my favorite sport growing up. I’ve played since I was little and I still play the game today. I played basketball at my elementary school, St. Cecilia, from Kindergarten till 8th Grade and also played AAU basketball for about 2 years before entering High School. Going into my freshmen year of High School, the first sport I played was basketball. Tryouts began in about the start of November and ended about 2 weeks after. I had made the Freshmen A team. I was excited and as the season progressed, we didn’t win many games but I still had fun playing. Nearing the end of the season, golf was another sport coming up that I also wanted to try and play. I say “try and play” because at the time, I was also going to play AAU basketball. I had set in my mind that I was going to play basketball for all of my four years of high school, but my parents pushed me to tryout for golf. When the basketball season ended, golf tryouts started. Tryouts lasted for about 2 weeks, and I made the JV team. When I found out I made the team, I was very surprised. I hadn’t put in the hard work as others before tryouts came around, but the coach saw potential in me and that I can become a great player. The coach saw so much potential in me, that every week, I kept progressing in skill and fine tuning my mechanics. Halfway through the season, about 4 or 5 weeks after I made the team, my coach gave me the chance to play with the Varsity Golf team for a couple days. I was excited and eager to

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

I never sang too loud so if I messed up, no one would hear it .After every class I would go up to my Choir or band director with about five questions. But it simply was not enough. So my sophomore year I was given vocal lessons that taught me that I can match pitch consistently , and that my range was bigger than I ever thought it could be. I discovered a talent that I loved and I intended to perfect it .I performed in multiple cabarets and had the opportunity to sing with my choir at the Carnegie music hall. I was finally getting the swing of music; but that was not enough due to my obstinacy. I wanted to learn

I seemed to find my voice, and my teacher proposed the idea of me joining Circle of the State with Song. I gladly accepted the offer. It was considered the next level of proficiency in music at that age. Preparing for the exchange with other schools in a few months, one day there was auditions for the best of best to be in the Indiana All State Honor Choir. There were about twenty of us in Circle of the State with Song from Winamac. I thought I should audition for a spot because the worst they could tell me is that I did not make the cut. In the past, there have been little to nobody that had made all state, so it is quite an honor to be part of

I had been in band for about two years and today was the day Mr. Heggins would put us to the test that determined if he would let us try out for honor band or not. I was excited, but also very fearful. What if I didn’t do well and had to hear him say “maybe next time” I was tired of hearing that. I had worked so hard and I just wanted a chance to audition. To be able to audition for honor band would be great, just a chance, and if I didn’t make it, there was always next year, I just wanted to try.

As I unlocked my jaw from my mouth, nothing came out. The director and the instructor stared at me with open jaws. They weren’t able to take me in because I had lost my voice. I was the quiet 14-year-old, who lost the ability to sing falsetto anymore. My only strength was my baritone voice, but the choir, at the time, did not start a boy choir in their choir yet. I auditioned yet again, but the same result happened; however, this time, they had troubadours for me to start my life in choir: The choir that is called the South Bay Children’s Choir (SBCC)

I wish that Jason could sing with me but there was no argument when Echo told me the song only required one set of vocals. After getting lost in my worried thoughts for a minute, my mind went back to reality when the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. My heart raced and it took all my strength to stand still and hold back tears. "Now everyone, this is our last entry for the competition but I've heard great things from this group and am sure they will impress you. Now playing the song (song name here) is (school name here) Middle School's Junior Music Group!" The announcer said in an excited voice. My stomach sank when he basically told the crowd to have high expectations but I knew I couldn't chicken out now. The curtains started to separate and bright lights started to blind me from the large crowd, which was good in this case. I knew now that I was facing the biggest challenge of my life and that if I failed to complete this challenge, my dreams of a musician would collapse, so I didn't take this lightly. I adjusted my posture one more time and with trembling hands I signaled Tori to begin her

Running into the gym with my team, knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the last championship game, Historically a championship game had not been won since 2007 . The more I stared at the flags, the more it made me want to win this game and make history in this gym. As the crowd and cheerleaders start to chant, cheer and get loud, I started to feel more comfortable and rowdy more than I had ever felt in any other game that I’ve played. Waiting for the referee to blow the whistle for jumpall to start. I felt my fingertips tapping the side of my leg, which for some reason gives me a sign to myself that I am pumped up and ready to play!

I went into my freshman year of high school with little to no knowledge of anything about music. Right off the bat my amazing choir teachers started teaching me and my classmates solfege and sight-reading. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I was a part of something very special. After my first semester, I gained a serious amount of confidence in my solo singing. I auditioned for the first time ever at the Missouri district solo auditions at the end of my second semester freshman year. I sang my two pieces, and thought I would just sing for the experience not caring if I went to state solo auditions. I ended up receiving the best score possible, and a near perfect judging sheet. Looking at my accomplishment, I realized that I was

In the weeks before Dinner Theatre I knew I wanted to perform a solo. I was finally starting to overcome my own personal anxiety and my confidence was higher than it had ever been. I picked out the song quickly and I already knew it by heart, but singing it alone in my bedroom was completely different than performing it in front of a full auditorium two nights in a row. That’s when the reality of what I was doing finally sank in. I had performed with the chorus more times than I could count, but I hadn’t performed completely alone in years.

And no, I was not in the car, but the passerby who didn’t notice the red light and walked as carefree as the man on the sign. My teacher divulged the requirements for the audition: a one-minute monologue and a song, and by the time she uttered the last phrase; I was sweating bullets- about to faint! I practiced, rehearsed, and sharpened my skills as much as I was able until I succumbed to the temptation of sleep. This cycle repeated its wrath for what seemed like an eternity until it finally came: the audition day I’ve been dreading for weeks on end. My heart attempted to pump its way out through my throat and choke me- anything to escape doing this mortifying task! I was sweating buckets as if in the middle of the Arrakis desert! Fortunately, I was in no life or death predicament, and I finally managed to bite the bullet and do what I endeavored: act and sing. I somehow spit out my monologue and gagged out the lyrics to my song and it was over. Over! It took three minutes to decide the fate of the year; the stakes are immense when you compare three minutes to one hundred eighty days. The question was: did I get the role I yearned

Music is something I’ve been doing since I was little, and I have a habit of constantly singing. I could be in the shower and you’d hear me, I could be cooking dinner, or drawing, or cleaning, and you’d hear me from outside the house. One thing I always get from my family members is that they could always hear me all the time. No matter where I was, they heard word for word. I’ve always been that way, I will say I am quite shy though, so occasionally if I’m in front of someone unfamiliar to me, I would sing quieter and wouldn’t be as confident. I’ve been told that I have a lot of potential. My dad’s always telling me he wants me to go on American Idol, or X-factor, or some sort of music audition thing. He and my mom have always been teaching me to do more and to get out and be more confident. Sometimes it’s kind of annoying but I appreciate it because it’s made me into the artist I am today. Since I was little I’ve been pushed to do more, to be more, to want to be more, and to be treated like I’m more. I think what brought me to music was my family. We’re pretty much all singers. My sisters and I would constantly be singing 24/7 and you’d hear it all through the house. My parents would sometimes be like “shut up” if we

It was near the end of the school day in mid-February. I had been preparing two pieces for the solo/small ensemble vocal competition for the last few weeks, but I still didn’t feel prepared. My runs weren’t fast enough, and I never had enough breath support. I had planned with my instructor to have another rehearsal after school, but things before that had gone awry. My choir teacher is a major supporter in any extracurriculars in vocal music, so without warning he announced to the class that all who were participating were to perform their two solo pieces in the front of the class room. With that announcement my anxiety shot through the roof. I didn’t feel that I was prepared at all, I was going to make a fool of myself in front of my peers. I watched as others confidently stepped to the front of the room and performed with bright smiles and large movements. They had sweeping phrases and immense contrast in dynamics. All the while I was trying to slow my heart rate. My mind was scattered, I couldn’t even think about my own pieces.