Descriptive Essay On Choir

The “Fall Choral Concert” was held in Pasadena City College, on Friday November 4, 2016 at 8pm. The concert was an hour and half long and was performed in the Westerbeck Recital Hall (CA 140). The performs of this concert were mostly students of Pasadena City College, whom according to their teacher and conductor Mr. Guerrero managed to put an amazing performance in only 6 weeks.

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

I nervously explained to the counselor, “I’m having some trouble finding a class that is a good fit.” She suggested that I try something out of my comfort zone, to “try new things” -whatever that means-. Sitting up confidently in her chair, she then proceeded to pull up open classes on her computer. After explaining what each one entailed for a good half hour, I wasn’t very impressed by the options. Clearly frustrated and defeated she suggested, “Choir?” The very last one on her list was the class that made me who I am today.

The most important activity I have done in my high school career is chorus. During school hours, we spend time preparing for concerts, and outside of school we have rehearsals, performances, extracurricular choirs, and concert tours in which we devote much of our time.

I came to realize that playing music can bring someone great fortune. I had no plans for the future, no goals, nor dreams before I starting my path in music. I never wondered without direction. But one day, good fortune came to me. A fortune I would have never of thought of. It was The Gracias choir and music. I was thinking to myself “I have never been so happy nor have I had so much enjoyment to live. To have an open mind to people around the world by delivering my heart threw my music. It looks like a dream!"

The next visit was a couple weeks after, the overall vibe was different. The vibe from walking in, her parents, the nurses…something was different. I couldn’t figure it out, and I didn’t figure it out until I got into Hunter’s room. I walked in to see her standing there, waiting for me with a warm and bright smile on her face. My smile grew so wide my cheeks hurt, and tears of joy ran down my cheeks. I ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, and for that moment, everything instantly became better.

We had practiced every day from sunrise till sunset almost relentlessly. We wrapped up the week with a concert to perform our pieces that we had so strenuously prepared. The men’s chorus was to perform after the women and then the concert would be wrapped up by the mixed choir. After the women’s choir was done, my fellow men’s choir members and I entered onto the stage tensions higher than ever. Once we were all in our positions Dr. Johnson stepped onto the conducting platform and raised his hands to give us the cue. Just as we were all preparing ourselves he looked up and in a big southern grin mouthed the words “you guys got this, have fun”. I almost laughed out loud it was so out of character. Instantly my high nerves were gone and I was totally immersed in my surroundings. In that split second before Dr. Johnson threw his hands down I saw it. We were all here for one purpose. We were all here to better ourselves. All the pieces slid into place. We were like a beautiful mosaic, every piece connected, everybody was important. Than with a flourish of passion Dr. Johnson’s hands came down like a lightning bolt. The choir answered back with a roaring of thunder that made my hair stand up on the back of my neck. I could feel it. That feeling of overwhelming accomplishment rush through me and we were not even finished with the first phrase. Throughout the performance as we slid back and forth between raw intensity and soft serenity I started to sweat. The sweat overwhelmed me to the point that it was dripping off of my chin into my sheet of music blurring the notes and markings on the page. The sweat was not from me being nervous, but was from how hard I was pushing myself. It seems weird that standing in one place could make me sweat that much, but I think I hit the point in which the saying “push yourself to the limit” was actually

As I sat enveloped in her story of overcoming conclusions, she taught my heart to embrace each quirky part of myself. I identified with Elle Woods’ need to prove herself. This idea of accepting individuality provided me with the courage to audition for my first show, the Arvada Center’s production of Footloose. Since that first nerve-racking, nail-biting experience, I have come to find myself through each move I dance onstage. Getting my first big role, the Dragon in a production of Shrek, I poured my heart out, knowing the people ready to judge and mock were watching. After the show, the peers who judged my intelligence approached me, saying things like, “I never knew you could sing like that.” Through performing I found myself again. I shifted back to the girl I was, the girl who cared about her morals. I want to perform, hoping to provide audience members with the ability to connect with characters who can offer them a point of realization, as Elle Woods did for me.

"I’m so nervous,” I complained to my mom as we walked into the Waukesha Civic Theatre. “What if I’m not good enough. I haven’t even prepared that much!” It was a crisp September day and some leaves had already started changing color. On the way home from school my mom told me about a play that the theater puts on near us every year and thought I would be good for it. Since I had only heard about the audition that day, it gave me a few hours to pick my song and be prepared for whatever part they wanted me to read. The next song that came on the radio was the song “Edge of Glory” by Lady GaGa and because it was in my vocal range I thought it would be good for me. Little did I know that this audition would change my view of theater.

Smiling to myself at the memory, I thought of how much I had grown since that audition. I remembered the concerts I had performed in, the choirs I had tried out for, the sectionals I had lead. My growing confidence in my musical abilities had spilled over into other areas of my life, too: I spoke more in class and I no longer hesitated to try new things. I fondly glanced around the chorus room one last time, mentally absorbing every detail. I closed the door behind me, not feeling like running anymore, and strode the rest of the way down the hall, moving on to the next stage of my

Just by watching the show choir you should be able to tell that they are a superior group. What tells judges that a show choir group is superior is that the group’s choreography is clean, sharp, filled with energy, and every member of the group has stage presence (Weaver). Show choir choreography should be full of different levels and interesting moves that include their whole body. Step-touches and big arm movements are good, but the more variety and uniqueness to the different dance moves, the better. No matter what the choreography that the show choir is given, the choir should use it to their full advantage.

”Catherine, you got this. Do not be nervous,” I whisper to myself. I am on the sidelines waiting for my band to be called. My head is filled with fear, an emotion that had made itself home before every performance. Looking ahead, I see the 50 yard line where I will start the show.

During the Jr. High Spring concert this year I noticed many things. One of the first things I noticed was that Jr. Choir had improved so much since the winter concert. This is because as we have had more time to rehearse and work together, we have learned how to create a better sound both when separated and combined. Another things I noticed was that Beginning Choir sounded, not necessarily better, but different from the first semester kids. Obviously there were a different of kids which would cause this but there was just a different general sound.

So, I might as well write about something that consumes my life 24/7: marching band. I didn’t officially start marching band until the ninth grade. You could join as an eighth grader, but I was way too scared. Ninth grade rolled around and I decided to join. My first marching show was named ‘Double Crossed.’It was set in the 1920s, which is my favorite time period. We had music from Chicago: The Musical and many other pieces. It was one of my absolute favorite shows. It still is actually. Even though we didn’t even make it past regionals that year, I didn’t care. My first marching show was one to remember.

THE ROLE OF THE CHORUS AND ITS IMPACT ON THE AUDIENCE IN OEDIPUS THE KING