Dramatic Monologue

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

As we were driving back to the Sidemen House I tried keeping my eyes on the road but everything we stopped I had to look at her even if it was for a split second. As I looked at her I remembered the kiss we shared when we finished the Q an A. I knew we needed to talk about it but I didn't want to.

Setting provides children with a wide range of activities that support in heuristic play, where it helps children to find and discover things out by themselves through trial and error. (E.g.) provide children with treasure basket, box with Surgery items in the home corner, I encouraged children to feel free to explore and discover how to use them, I let them carry out their own investigation and use their imagination to act out as Doctors and Nurses and some children act as patients. They start with examining patient, asking questions and giving out pretending prescription. I stay close to see and observe the way children play and

In a silvery voice, I respond “It’s sensational. Thank you for taking the time to do all this for me.” His face lights up, his smile stretches from ear to ear. And that’s all it takes for me to get lost in his bright blue eyes. “You know I’m glad, James convinced me to take Kyle up on his offer. I’m glad we met Isabelle, I can’t imagine anything better than being here with you.” A shy giggle slips past my lips. “You cheeseball.” Xavier expression turns to shock, “Did you just call me a cheeseball?” He advances towards, like a wild animal hunting its prey. My emotions are between scared and excited.

“Hey guys,” I said as I stood up from the log, elongating my arm and pointer finger at my discovery. The boys eyes grew in amazement.

    The air stung the Virtuoso's skin, but the night was perfect for his opening act. He began his preparation with an artist's delight and touch. Placing bombs designed as flowers and preparing his "paint brush". The cool touch of steel left his hand as he pocketed the pistol and began to move. "Tonight will be a night of beauty and splendor" he quietly mused to himself as he prepared to move. He sat waiting in anticipation for the puppets to dance. Someone stepped on a bomb and the play had begun.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

The music was wonderfully performed in a beautiful room at Carnegie Hall. The music consisted of Debussy, Carter, Bach and more. The piece from Bach was performed with a pianist who assisted very well in the musical pieces she performed. They signaled each other ever so slightly without being to noticeable. Kim kept the flute at a joyful pace, with an upbeat tempo causing a feeling of dancing fairies all around. Opposite from wanting to dance was the Boehm piece which was in a piano dynamic with an adagio feel. This piece was performed beautifully almost as though Kim was singing through her flute with Lee matching her tone of the piano to the soft and lento feel of the flute. Their rhythm and tempo together and separate through all pieces

[aside] Again Olivia cannot see him, A fool in front of her. Her own kinsman. She thinks he drowned for none of hers are fools.

I stood there gapping like a fish in astonishment. He gave me a smile and raised his

“You’ve got shit timing, you know that?” Blaise folds a twenty dollar bill over the string at the dancer’s hip and lightly smacks her backside, dismissing her. Draco raises an eyebrow and cocks his head towards the large sign posted on the wall. “Come off it, Malfoy. I barely touched her. Besides”– the man shifts his eyes to the bar where that same redhead coyly waves his direction –“Candace doesn’t mind.”

music is THE MAGIC FLUTE; which was produced by a suburban theatre in Vienna. His

"Take Tiffany home now like you where order to do" I said pulling Jane toward my car as she tried to fight me and break loss of my hotel which wasn't going to happen

‘I have thought a lot about you since we met at dinner at the inn. You impressed me with your balanced, unprejudiced thinking about the Moriscos and your mature views about religion and politics. You are no bigot and I like that. I was thinking as we spoke then and I’ve thought about it since. I am looking for someone like you to help our cause. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything which could put your life at risk but I might ask you to help me find out some facts, some information. You’d be ideal because, as an itinerant musician you could go virtually anywhere and you wouldn’t raise suspicion.’

The most enjoyable piece from the performance was “Allegro,” from Mozart’s Concerto in Dm. There are simply not enough words in the English vocabulary to describe how eloquently crafted and rhythmically shaped this piece is. One of the most outstanding elements of this piece is the harmony created between the piano and the strings as they accompany each other with seeming flawlessness. The resulting experience is exhilarating to say the least. Accentuating the piece even more was the performance by the virtuoso pianist, Stewart Goodyear. Although still in his early twenties, this musical