Personal Narrative: Aragonaise

Consequently this resulted in my band being humiliated and me being humiliated. We walked off stage and it probably was the most tense feeling i’ve ever endured. We walked back to the green room as if we had just lost 30 million dollars. We sat down on the couches that were back there and just sat there in silence. Noone said a word. I don’t think I have ever felt so humiliated in my life. This was the worst defeat i’ve done through. I look at Matt (my drummer) and AJ (my guitarist) and simply apologized for the way I acted and instantly the mood went from very somber to that feeling of consolation. The feeling was so drastic that it was like we had not just humiliated ourselves in front of 400+ people and from then on for the remainder of our days as a band we worked to overcome that performance and I worked on not lashing out when I am heavily anxious and I am still to this day working on

I saw a ridiculous amount of talent exhibited by young musicians that afternoon, but I noticed one thing all the pianists had in common: their faces remained blank throughout their performances. “How are they sitting so still while they play? My piano teacher has to stop me from swaying like a boat when I play the Arabesque,” I thought to myself. By the end of the recital, I realized that my earlier failure was not fruitless. That day of defeat was the day that my passion for music became clearer than ever. Though I was not the best pianist in state by any means, I loved my music. I played because I chose to, not because my parents forced me to practice for hours and hours to perfection. I understood for the first time that if I have passion for what I do, I cannot

I grabbed my calf, Axl, and headed to the arena. I waited in line until my class was called. I was a little nervous, with some confidence that I would hopefully place good. Well I messed up how to do my show stick and I let Axl walk ahead of me. In my opinion they didn’t teach me as well as they should have. I

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

One day, my mom dropped me off at the academy where I take those classes. There was a student performing at the lobby of the academy. I remember she played the piano so well. I ended up cancelled that class because I know that I can’t exceed her. I can’t play the piano as well as her.

As the first in the family to even play an instrument, playing piano was a challenge for me when I first started in my kindergarten days at six years old. Thought it was tough and not as enjoyable as I liked it to be, playing piano grew on me. It started to be fun and entertaining, so much that I ditched my favorite Lego Knights to play piano when I had the chance. One day I got to see world-class pianist Lang Lang perform. I saw him playing with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It was truly a spectacle. He was in the front of the stage with a whole orchestra

The concert I went to was called Bronco fusion. It was held after the first week of school, the ASI team wanted to start off the school year with a a concert so people can enjoy some good music. It was going to be my second time going to a concert, I didn’t know what to expect because the concert I’ve too wasn’t as heavily crowded as this one. I usually don’t like big crowd events, but I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and meet new people. From the phalet it says that there were going to be four performance by 2 DJ from our school, RL grimes the DJ, and Tinashe. Although there were four performance I will be discussing only the about the DJ, because they had the biggest impact throughout the performance and how Tinashe didn’t really fall

My mother had bought an upright piano before I was born, though by the time I was around it was treated as furnishing. Instead, I was rather keen on video games: Nintendo games scored by Koji Kondo, to be specific. Many of Kondo''s games were those that featured the functional marriage of music and gameplay. With these mechanics enforced by Koji's strong, memorable melodies, I was swiftly convinced to rush to some medium to reproduce these sounds; the piano seemed the most accessible. After several years of fiddling around by myself, I decided to start taking piano lessons. Eagerly, I dove straight into reading, technique, harmony, and eventually composition. Subsequently, I had entered two state-wide competitions for piano, reaching second place of both. At age eleven, I dug up "Roundabout" by Yes, taken aback by the aggressive, melodic, crunchy tone of the bass; inspiration had set root. A year of relentless pestering persuaded my father to fetch an old bass guitar that he had lent to a friend years ago. Much like piano, I enthusiastically hurried to practice day and night, this time without a teacher to help. Much like piano, I expressed an obsessive need to replicate sounds I had heard elsewhere. Much like piano, I harnessed an unparallelled passion for my practice and art, fully devoted to its

When I first got on stage, and saw the lights shining and my friends watching, I was petrified. But as I dove head

My V.I.P. tickets granted me an unobstructed view of my favorite rapper as he darted back and forth across the stage. I spent the entire time with my cell phone in hand, recording the event and reciting virtually every word with him. Occationally he would stop to explain or recount an event that related to one of the songs. When the performance came to a close, those that had purchased VIP tickets were instructed to stay for the meet and gree portion of the concert. Realizing that I had left my vinyl in the car, I rushed to security guard and asked if I could run to my car and get it. He said hurry, and i did just that! WHen I got back, I spent about twenty or so minutes regaining my breath until I noticed taht some of the concert staff pointing to the right end of the stage. Having seen this, another guy and I rushed over there, correcltly inferering the location of the start of the meet and greet

“Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.”

“If all goes wrong, you can come back here and we’ll chill out” My director was trying to ease my nerves at my first ever gig. I walk out into the large ballroom, find a music stand, and wait for the introduction of the song to begin. I take a breath and begin to play the first note. Flash forward to today and I am in my final year of being a violist for the Strolling Silver Strings. When I first auditioned, I didn’t really know what I was getting into. When I got accepted, I initially wasn’t going to stay in the group because I felt as if my ability as a violist wasn’t nearly as great as the other players in the group. It wasn’t until my best friend told me that the director wanted me to be in the and she wouldn’t have accepted me unless

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

At the age of four I began piano lessons with a local instructor. What started as simple music theory and technique transitioned into a love for classical music. The classical music I played displayed remarkable patterns and structure. After ten years of piano lessons, I decided to change instructors, hoping to gain

The beautiful sound of piano music has captured the hearts of people since the early eighteenth century. Since then, many musicians have dedicated their lives to this instrument. Some players even play piano so well that it may seem that this instrument is easy to play. However, to be able to play the piano well isn’t easy; it takes a lot of skill. To become a good piano player, one must love music very much, have good finger techniques, and body flexibility.