Personal Narrative Memoir

I woke up extremely excited, not because it was August 12th, but because it was audition day. As I got up I went to take a look at what the weather was like outside, It was a cool and drizzly Saturday morning and it turned out to be a good day. As me and my grandpa got in the car on the way of the audition, I started to get messages from my friends and family saying, “Good Luck” and “You Got This.” Although getting those messages and knowing everyone supports you felt good, but as I looked at the road up ahead and noticing that it was long way, I soon realized that this

My anxiety curled into my stomach, as I broke into a sweat and my hands began to feel clammy. When it was my turn to audition, I sat on the hard wooden stool and began to play my piece. The mesmerizing tune rang through the room and my swift fingers glided smoothly along the the keys. I could feel my apprehension of the competition disappearing, and but was still concentrated in performing the piece to the best of my abilities. As the end of the song neared, my heart nearly skipped a beat as I accidentally played a noted for longer duration than intended. The entirety of my audition had been ruined. This mistake had probably cost the entire

The cast list for the upcoming spring play was finally posted. We had been waiting anxiously for it and there it was. Audition day was the most nerve-wracking experience I had ever had as a freshman in high school. I wanted everything perfect so when I completely froze and forgot the next part of my monologue, you can imagine how terrified I was. From that moment on, it was prayer and improvisation. As I continued to scan for my name, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I made it. I do not think any freshman girl could have been more excited than me at the moment. I felt so accomplished. The first rehearsal was incredible but little did I know what great blessing God had hidden in this entire experience.

I took in deep breaths as time raced closer. No matter how many times I set foot on a stage ready to put perform, I could never get used to it. The familiar rush, the nervous tickles, the cloud of butterflies taking up more space in more stomach than food. I was ecstatic, yet I was worried. The music business was not easy.

It was all going according to plan..was. He only saw one light on.He ran towards the large house, rang the antique doorbell, leaped over the porch railing, and hid behind the nearest bush. Waiting to see if anyone was still awake to come to the door. No one came to the door. He ran around back to the back door. Peeked through to see if anyone was inside. Not a person in his sight. Went ahead to try and see if the back door was unlocked little to his knowledge it happened to be. He quietly opened the door and tip toed in. Then he hurried up to duck!

I was hoping this would make him more confident; a feeling I wished I had felt before my audition. I walked out of the band room and walked back to social studies.

“I wasn't going to let you die. For God's sake it was paint, that's no reason to kill yourself.” If he had any idea he wouldn't say that. “Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.”

"Darn right it'll never happen again, pack your things, you're fired!" He slammed the office door.

Shortly after the call, they decided to come to me and my friends house. Again, I never considered the fact that wherever Marco goes, so does my sister. My friend answered the door as soon as he heard the knocking. If you were to look outside of the window, you would see a kind and gentle man, and a slightly enraged woman that was around half of his size.

It was a frosty Monday morning, in a small town no more immense than ‘The Average Joe’. Only a slim amount of houses to be seen. “Today is the day” I uttered breathlessly, removing the warm boundary separating me from the cool chill of a winter’s morning. The aroma of pancakes with a hint of my mother’s homemade golden syrup left even the fullest of people wanting more. Who would ever have guessed that this would be the last remaining day in my homeland.

Standing on a dark and creepy stage. Hearing nothing but the voices of people talking back and forth like a talk show. Suddenly, the music played out loud and the never-ending voices quickly stopped. Little did they know I was scared to death. As the curtains began to fall back and the stage lights flashed onto me, I found myself drowning in the possibilities of mistakes. This became the moment of realization, that being in a musical would drastically change my life forever, because stage fright has always been one of my biggest flaw. Days before the auditions started, I had already become quite nervous and scared. I didn’t know if I would qualify or if I could even impress the judges. Not knowing what song, I should sing or what tune would match my voice the best, my nerves

The date was Tuesday, May 16th, 2017, the day of the audition, I arrived at around 7:31 PM, my father wished me luck as I exited his Silver 2009 Chevrolet Silverado, I waved in efforts to say goodbye. He left, I was on my own and it was my job to do whatever I could to do my best and succeed at this tryout. Entering through the front door towards the sign-up sheet, my hand quivered while writing my name to register as an auditionee. Accordingly, I followed the other dancers to the main ballroom, there I discover my friend stretching at the corner of the room. Stretching alongside her, we sat down and discussed how we thought we were going to do at that day, it was then that I was given helpful advice. “Thank you for telling me this.” At 8:00 PM, the audition piece was being thrown at us, 55 seconds of fast pace, advanced choreography was being taught to us, in the time-frame of 30 minutes to learn the piece, if one didn’t. They were out, the team wasn’t for them and I was fairly scared that I would become one of these people. In the first five minutes, I was struggling. Throughout the brain cells in my head and the neurons traveling through my body, there was no communication whatsoever. Sweat profusely dripped from my forehead and frustration heavily filled my body.

I was auditioning for one of Mr. Kentros ' choirs. I stood in the hallway nervously—as always—Rachel was there practicing for her audition, which was after mine. I 'm ready for this. I can do it! Coby came out of his audition with a giant smile on his face. He put his hand on my shoulder, “have fun, and good luck!” I took a deep breath as I walked into the choir classroom. Mr. Kentros was sitting at the piano with sight reading papers in front of him, there was a chair next and a music stand next to the piano for whoever was auditioning. He had his water bottle in one hand and a pencil, which he was using to scribble notes about Coby’s audition on a piece of paper. I looked over and saw Kentros ’wife Anni was sitting at his desk probably there watching the auditions. Ahh! I though. I didn’t prepare for both of them! I can’t do it. Leave! Leave now. Just walk out. I felt myself starting to turn around. Stay. You need to do this. I walked over to where the chair was by the piano. I tried not to think about and extra person being in the room so I could start my audition. “Are you ready?” Kentros asked, I didn’t answer. I couldn’t stop staring at Anni, she made me more nervous than I already was. She was intimidating. “Do you want Anni to leave?” He asked. I felt myself nod. Anni quickly smiled at me and left the room. Did I just kick his wife out of my audition? Oh NO! I didn’t mean that. This is turning very out badly. I gulped. Kentros handed me a piece of paper so I could do

In my sophomore year of high school, I had filled out a paper from a modeling and acting school named Barbizon to try and win a ten-thousand-dollar scholarship towards any school of my choosing. I figured that since I’ve always planned to go to college, why not try to get a scholarship. Weeks went by and instead of hearing about if I won the scholarship or not, I got a call to come and audition at the Sheraton hotel for the school. I felt overjoyed because I had a chance to be involved in something that I have thought about doing as a hobby. I was so nervous when I went to the audition two weeks later that I was shaking in the black heels I wore. The smell of

It was near the end of the school day in mid-February. I had been preparing two pieces for the solo/small ensemble vocal competition for the last few weeks, but I still didn’t feel prepared. My runs weren’t fast enough, and I never had enough breath support. I had planned with my instructor to have another rehearsal after school, but things before that had gone awry. My choir teacher is a major supporter in any extracurriculars in vocal music, so without warning he announced to the class that all who were participating were to perform their two solo pieces in the front of the class room. With that announcement my anxiety shot through the roof. I didn’t feel that I was prepared at all, I was going to make a fool of myself in front of my peers. I watched as others confidently stepped to the front of the room and performed with bright smiles and large movements. They had sweeping phrases and immense contrast in dynamics. All the while I was trying to slow my heart rate. My mind was scattered, I couldn’t even think about my own pieces.