Informative Essay On Solo Vocal

In a land far far away in Santa Barbara, California, there was a girl named Danielle who lived with her Paw Paw. She was very insecure and never really knew who she was, because she always followed the crowd. One day at school she gets an assignment where she has to write about herself. But she doesn’t know what to write! She is very upset; because she has never failed a school assignment in her life and she doesn’t want to start now. So she asks her best friend, Alexia, and asks for her to write it for her. Alexia said that she was sorry but she didn’t want to get in trouble.

I was hooked.” The audience can feel the same excitement, and sense of accomplishment, they can feel the energized thrum that must have run rampant through her veins as that girl walked away from Kay. She continued performing, going to bars, (with her parents), to see other performers and hear their stories. The audience can see how enthralled Kay is to share her stories and to hear other people’s stories. That is why with Phil Kaye’s help she founded Project Voice, to teach other’s how to express themselves with spoken word.

Tanner started his freshman year playing in the second best orchestra of three in his school. Here, he excelled musically and made new friends with upperclassmen. By January, one of Tanner’s older friends had convinced him to join choir, so he decided to audition for the upcoming year. As a sophomore, Tanner sang bass in the top choir, even though he did not have any prior singing experience. The same year, he also auditioned into Symphonic Orchestra, the top orchestra of his school. While he was in both the top orchestra and choir, he started student conducting for the lower orchestras and choirs. By senior year, Tanner’s schedule was almost completely filled with music classes. Consequently, Tanner grew extremely close to his high school ensemble directors. It got the point where he could casually call his Symphonic Orchestra director “mom.” This inspired Tanner to make it a goal for himself to form strong relationships with his future students. Through his experiences conducting his high school orchestras, and choir, Tanner found that he really enjoyed teaching music and decided to study music

“Master Vaughn requests your presence in the library for lessons.” said a tinkling voice. Essily turned and saw Missy. Missy’s gorgeous caramel skin nicely complimented her thick, deep brown hair. She was Essily’s personal slave, but Essily wasn’t one much for primping for hours a day and often fetched things herself, so Missy had plenty of free time. When Essily passed through the hallways, she could typically hear Missy singing with a voice like warm honey. It’s such a shame to see her talent go to waste.

Cypress Lake High School presented a night full of performances by vocal majors and vocal minors. Being the Fall Cabaret one can look forward to a year filled with talented voices filling the school auditorium.

Ever since I was a young kid, I was extremely fond of music. Music was all around me: on the television, in school, at the store, and especially in the car. Not only did I love to listen to music, but I loved to play it as well. I am not saying I was any good at playing music, because I was not. But to a young child, hitting their hand on anything could be music, and to me it definitely was.

“I was super nervous” says Davis. As her and her fellow choir members were waiting to go on stage.The Westover Junior High choir were performing for the first time. “ It’s nerve racking because you never know if you will or someone else will mess up and then the whole choir could go down.” adds Davis. Mrs. Daniels finished her intro it was time for the big moment. “We walk onstage just like we practiced the day before.” explains Davis. The bright lights hit their faces as

The year progressed, and Maria and I were enjoying choir less and less. Not only did we enjoy it much less, but we also did not have sufficient time for homework or eating lunch.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

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

The accompanist started tapping her fingers up and down, but the music that came out did not resemble the familiar tune I had chosen to sing! The pianist continually played. Not going on, but repeating the same few measures again and again. My head rushed, I did not know what to do. I began question myself again. “Why am I doing this? It is not suppose to be like this, they should just let me sing.” Then something clicked… just

Ever since this kid was in second grade, he always wanted to be in band. I was there when he heard the Keller Middle School band play for his school, and even though he didn’t get to high-five Frosty the Snowman I knew he was excited. In fact, he was so excited that he threw me off and I was shipped off to the lost and found for a day, until he got me because there’s no doubt he was cold without me. Anyway, Shane always had his heart set on being in band. The band director, Mr. Maus, had told everyone to tell him if they wanted to be in band once they got to Bear Creek Intermediate, and that’s exactly what he did. Shane was determined to do exactly what he wanted this time.

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

The nerves took control of my body, but I was prepared. Growing up in a Mexican-American household, I was introduced to the importance of music early on. Mariachi taught me that Hispanic sounds bring joy to one’s soul. Adaptation was slow, but it led to the development of my own distinct musical taste. Popular music dominates my heart. The lyrics embellishing themselves into my mind, the words softly spoken through my lips, the sounds of vibrations pitted against my eardrums. It was at this moment that I realized music would turn into a noteworthy piece of my future. At the age of 15, it finally struck me. I needed to consider singing as a more important factor of my life. Vocal lessons were required to meet my musical dreams. Coming from a

“Its cool to be different and just who you are and shock people in a good way”