Flute Monologue

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

I signed up to be in band class in the sixth grade, expecting the class to be equivalent to elementary school. I expected the class to be effortless and enjoyable. However, I was enrolled into the “advanced” band, as opposed to the beginner band, because I had played my instrument prior to being in middle school. So on the first day of advanced band, the band director informed us that we would be having a seating test. Every single

Many of the characters in the play are stuck playing a comedic role or a dramatic role, but Flute is one of the characters that gets to play both, again, making him a much more rounded character. Playing the part of Thisbe requires

I’m currently a seagull, since I’m lazy, creative, and loud. I’m lazy because almost every weekend I barely move and I sleep almost the whole weekend. Not to mention I’m a pro at procrastinating, and waiting until the last second to do homework and projects. I’m creative because if you didn’t know I really like to draw and I have to be creative to do that. Lastly, I’m loud because when I’m around my friends I’m very, very loud. (teachers you wouldn’t know this.).

I painted my bathroom a sun beaten orange, and you painted my head a sweet, sweet blood red.

Throughout all of my high school career I have achieved a 4.0 GPA, which is very important to me. In school I have participated in many events like Honors Band and Honors Choir, where the members are chosen by teachers who know you are prepared and well taught. Also, I participated in Solo and Ensemble for around five years and I plan to participate for one more in my senior year. In Solo and Ensemble, if a person is nervous they can drop out, but no matter how many times I have been nervous I still perform. Because I put so much hard work into practicing, I know I need to go and try my best to satisfy myself, and most importantly, to not let those down who have helped me along the way.

In the first grade, I picked up a clarinet. It was my sister’s, collecting dust while waiting for me to play it. From the moment I produced my first sound, an ear-piercing squeal that frightened my dog, the path of my life took a turn for the better. I began teaching myself for the following three years, along with learning from my sister how to properly play the beautiful instrument. The music pushed me out of my comfort zone: concerts that forced me onstage, tests that made me play difficult songs, and teachers that pushed me to be an exceptional player. From the shy elementary school student I used to be to the outgoing band member I take joy in being today, music has shaped my everyday life.

Practice can be the key to improving. In every area of education, in every sport, with every musical activity, anything that requires a good performance, those who practice tend to understand the material more. Malcolm Gladwell in his book Outliers states just how important this can be. Going off of the idea that “practice makes perfect”, his entire second chapter is dedicated to persuading his audience to believe 10,000 hours is what it takes to succeed. Examples Gladwell provides include how Mozart didn’t create his greatest works until later in his life after he had gained experience, how the Beatles performed in multiple practice concerts in Hamburg, Germany before becoming musical sensations, and how Bobby Fischer and chess grandmasters

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

“Mom, I don’t think I want to go anymore.” “Ella, I already paid. You’re gonna have to go” “I’m gonna die,” I thought in my head. I’m on my way to my first band camp. I joined my high school’s marching band a few months ago and have been working all summer on my marching and music.

I mind as well stay in this damn jail for the rest of my days. Things just aren’t the same anymore. So what if I lost my temper and was about to go ape shit on the rest of my crew? All’s I wanted to was get back at sonic and those damn freedom fighters and now here I am, barely feeling like myself let alone an anti-sonic in jail without any of my other team mates.

We were at your house and your mom and Pia just left. I came back inside from moving my car so your mom could get into hers and as I walked in I jokingly said "Honey I'm home!" You looked at me from the kitchen like I was such a dork and I just smiled at you and walked over. You started singing and I went up to you, put my arms around your waist, and we started dancing. It wasn't even really dancing, we were just standing in place as close as we could be, just swaying back-and-forth. You were still singing and I was smiling like an idiot when you pulled your head back, looked at me, and realized that you had been singing the whole time. Your face got all red and you seemed so embarrassed like you've never sang around anyone before but then

Can you imagine being told your good at something your whole life, then get to college and not be half as good as you thought you were, or maybe not good at all. Just plain BAD! Ok, I’m exaggerating. I’m being really dramatic, but that’s how I feel at least once a month for at least… never mind. In high school, it wasn’t hard for me to stand out. There was one girl that played the snare drum, one person that played classical piano, one person who competed in pageants and gave out signature cards, and one person that said the morning announcements. ME!! I had it ALL!!! All I had to do was smile, and teachers gave me what I wanted. In college, it seems everyone wants what I want. After two weeks, I called my mom crying saying, “I don’t think being a music major is for me”. I felt so stupid, as I looked at my self cry on FaceTime. (it wasn’t cute) I was struggling terribly in music theory (it’s improving, I guess) and felt way behind musically. However, my mom reminded me that I had to work for what I wanted. (something I never did before). I developed a regime where I practice and study non-stop, which works beautifully. I just don’t sleep or eat like a normal human-being, but it’s whatever. The other day, I listened to Pastor Terry Anderson (via YouTube, he lives in Texas) talk about dreams. He said that everyone has a dream that God has placed in our heart, and we must exercise those gifts/dreams to the best of OUR

I have been playing the piano for about 3-4 years now, so it has affected my life a lot. First, I was questioning taking a musical instrument because I knew it would take a lot of persistence, time, and effort. On the other hand, I knew I would learn to play music that I loved. My parents and I came to a conclusion, and that was that I was going to take the piano at Minton’s Academy of Music. I started off fine, but we didn’t notice any improvement. So we switched teachers, and how I learned changed dramatically. I went from struggling to read simple notes from sightreading songs almost the moment I saw them. Why does this matter, and why should you believe you will see the same results I did? Well, by participating in a music class I’ve learned the skill of perseverance. If I didn’t get a song, I would practice over and over again for weeks and months; I learned it is definitely worth the immense effort. It has had an influence over other subjects and activities I participate in too, such as math, science, and even swimming! Music has taught me to be patient,