Graduation Speech : My School Chorus

I remember getting prepared for the show today, and I recollect dripping in sweat because I was anxious to perform in a sold-out show. This caused my hands to perspire more, making it nearly impossible to hold on to my bar. My parents, Beatrice and Alonzo Moss, had already given me a talk about how I could not let them down, and that the future of the circus depended on this show. Feeling an immense amount of pressure, I knew that I still had to go out there. Walking into the tent, I could feel the anticipation of the crowd, and I decided to make my way to my bars like I had done a

I stood staring at my mom with a blank expression as she applied foundation on my face followed by powder and blush and a number of other various cosmetics that I had lost count of. Makeup, hair, costume, all of those were on the back of my mind as the thought of performing in front of three hundred people clouded my thoughts. All around me were muffled sounds of other dancers frantically running around trying to get ready in time, mothers yelling at their daughter's, music blaring from various speakers, doors opening and closing, metal hitting the tile floors as tappers practiced down the hall, but all I could hear was the thundering sound of my heart beat in my chest. My body started quivering slightly. The nerves were setting in. I don’t

From an early age, I loved to perform. Being the youngest girl with three older brothers, I could never get enough attention; This meant singing, dancing and being extremely outgoing to get everyone’s eyes on me. I still hear stories about my younger self dancing in front of mirrors, babbling about my dream of being a “star”. It wasn’t until much later, however, that I found I could put my love of performing to use.

“You will do great, it’s just a tournament” the one girl said her voice was filled with confidence and enthusiasm.

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

“Yeah right I’ll see you going down the track next year, while you are sitting in the stands!” I said with a confident smirk on my face.

My years as a tiny tot is a bit of a blur to me, but I do remember my first public performance, and when I was in dance class. At first as a young one I was terrified of public performances. I was a shy young child as I didn’t talk much to anyone, and terrified of being in front of many people.

"I was ameazed at how funny they were and I really think we have an amazing group of students."

We are not sure whether you are aware, but Hannah is part of the Young Voices of Colorado and performs in two of their professional choirs: Signature and Concert Choir. She is also on the choir council and is a Sing a Mile High Ambassador. Now, you may be wondering what this has to do with you? Well, she will be given complimentary tickets as a “thank you” for all the extra, over-and-above work and time that she gives. She is aware that you are musical and has expressed her desire to give you two tickets but feels shy about asking whether you would like them. She does not know that I am contacting you, in fact, she may be mortified that I am--she is funny that way. Anyway, if you are interested, I believe I can convince

There is no other feeling quite like it. There are bobby pins jammed strategically into my skull, obnoxious red lipstick pasted across my face, and in every day life, I would be irked by such ridiculous amounts of makeup and hairspray. But I am concentrating too hard to notice. I am basking in the lights that beam between the blackness that protects me from witnessing the individual faces of the audience. I should be blinded by the amount of lights, but I am focusing on the millions of things that I have no choice but to remember. My teacher’s voice barks in my head. Hold your formation. Pull up your center. Keep your core engaged. Attack every movement. Don’t forget the choreography. Remember to smile. But no matter what, never stop counting to eight! Thoughts race around in my head, but simultaneously my mind feels empty. I feel like I am simply being me. It is one of the most vulnerable and adrenaline-inducing experiences I have ever had; and yet, I love nothing more in the world than being on stage.

Hello! My name is Taelor Nebel, and I am a ninth grader at Sartell High School. I was a part of the drumline in the marching band this past summer, and played bass drum. Since then, percussion has really sparked my interest, and I’d like to take my knowledge of the subject even further! I will be attending the “Music Major for a Day” event on Thursday, October 20th, and am interested in scheduling a lesson and time.

One of the significant challenges I faced is participating the school production. This was the first production I worked with and entirely introduced to performing arts. Participating at the school production requires full commitment and great responsibility. At first, this was a nerve-racking and frightening experience as I have no confidence performing in public. Eventually, the production has helped me conquer my fears, be more confident and learnt numerous of skills.

He took a few moments before answering back. “We have to find the best dancer in here, of course. We should make Annabeth regret her decision.”

With sweaty palms, a racing heart, and shaky knees I wait with the infinite patience only a 7 year old can achieve for the girl in front of me to begin the long trek to the center of the stage. The burlap is scratchy under my feet and the beautiful sparkly gold costume I was so excited to finally put on is giving me hives it’s so itchy. Although the so called stage is really just a 9 by 12 foot stretch of burlap fabric, our “audience” is as big as you can imagine the size of a crowd thrilled to watch seven year-olds dance would be- huge. After wishing to be one of the girls on the rough fabric stage located in the center of our local Thai temple for years, seeing it from the other side made me think maybe I didn’t want to step out there after all. Sure, I used to run out on stage when I was four to dance with all the pretty older girls and of course it was cute then, but I’m older now and if I

We opened the show with a trio that my friend had been working on since the beginning of year and it was up hill from there. Piece after piece we came on and performed what we had learned and showcased our talents. My friends did a duet rite before I sang my final song. As the bowed I began to get nervous. Hand shaking I walk out on stage with my stool trying to tell myself that this is going to go great. As Mrs. Storti begins to play my intro the piano soothes me a little and I open my mouth to sing and nothing comes out. At this point my voice teacher is replaying the intro and I am staring at all these people I've invited blankly. A minutes goes by and I finally get up the courage to look at Mrs. Storti who tells me to get my she music that I have backstage. Although I got through “Harbenra” it was not as big or dramatic as I had