Personal Narrative: Micheala

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

For the remainder of the month we got together three times a week to write, rehearse and iron out details of the show. That was one of the most stress filled, exciting months of my life. On one hand the pressure of the show gave us motivation to make more progress in music that i feel like i ever had in my entire life, but on the other hand that creeping feeling that we weren't going to be prepared enough by the time the show rolled around was just as constant. After weeks of stress filled practices and promoting the show to our friends and family, and around town, the night was finally

Brianna wasn’t with us at Bridges for very long, but during her short time, without question she made Bridges a better place.

In the moment, my abilities never faltered. I kind of like that about myself. I may worry, but when it comes down to it, I’m pretty persevering. Despite this, I harbored mixed feelings about singing again.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

I was volunteered to sing a solo. Even though the song I was supposed to sing was the third song of the night, I was shivering with fright. I was shaking so hard that when I was applying my eyeliner, I accidently did a winged eyeliner instead of the natural looking one. Voices in my head were telling

In my younger years I was highly involved in show choir and school productions. Any way I could get on stage and strut my stuff I would take it. My sixth grade year of elementary school, the year before I would make the massive leap into middle school, I decided I would perform in my final production. The play was Aladdin and I had my eye on the role for the Genie and I wanted this role so much. I practiced this role day and night from singing to dancing to even some impressions anything that would ensure my little mind that I would get the part.

I remember the weekend we first got Jenna like it was yesterday. I had been begging for a dog for a million years and my mom finally let me get one. Don’t tell Jenna this, but she wasn’t my first pick for a dog. Actually, I never even thought I’d get her.

As we began to learn our singing parts and I heard all the beautiful voices surrounding me, I had a moment when I thought, "Oh my, God. I don't think I'm talented enough to be a part of this cast. At some point someone, or all of the production staff, is going to realize that they made a huge mistake." As I drove home I kept telling myself that I am going to need to work extremely hard and bust my little booty to prove that I belong in the cast.

the people sitting in all these chairs I was nervous and did not want to go on stage but people were telling me to come on your wasting there time and also they said it was my turn so I got on stage nervously and thought that they would laugh at me when I started dancing. Then they turned on the music and I stood there not doing anything but then I saw my dad smiling at me with his thumbs up and I started dancing and sing and people were cheering me one hey this is not so bad as I thought I faced my fears And I was proud.

“And of course i said yes i will do it” so i started listen to the song and practiced it over and over and i finally got in my head and when that day come i was so nervous but when it was time to sing on that cold winter day of

At my first near public performance, I was around four or five. We, as a class, had practiced and practiced till we got our concert just right. I was ecstatic, until the time actually came for us what practiced. My mom picked me up and my nana was going to meet us there. When we got to my school, my classmates were all talking to their parents. I clung to my mom as if my life depended on it and refused to go up on stage. No matter what

I have never been able to sing, nor will I ever have the ability to sing well. That is why I have talented friends. Throughout the years, Kenzie and I have always gone and seen the shows the school was putting on. With having a few good friends in all the shows, it was always important to me and Kenzie that we went to support our friends. With both of us having jobs we were lucky to find a day that worked for both of us. Luckily we thought ahead and bought our tickets online to secure that we would have the best seats possible, which are always front row so we can see our friends up close and even for any possible microphone problems we would always be in the clear. The drive to the school was normal, Kenzie drove and we talked about what we knew from what our friends had been saying and what parts we were most excited for. Mine was the fact that Hadyn was playing a character so different from the ones it seems like she always has during these shows, which would include a sad love song and a few pretty dresses. This time it was going to be all black and some deeper, darker singing.

I couldn’t wait till 2:30 that Thursday afternoon. I wanted to be either Frenchy, Marty, or Betty Rizzo. Dancing to “We Go Together”, the people auditioning were so anxious and couldn’t wait until we could sing and show the judges our talent. Trying to learn the dance routine I knew in my mind that I would definitely get a role. “I don’t seem to mind somehow…” practicing everyday adding my own flavor to the song, I tried to get the notes right and show my own originality within the time I had to sing. Singing in front of the judges, I tried to be calm but I knew that I was nervous. I sang my heart out as the expressions on the judges’ faces exposed that they were impressed. Looking at the callback list I saw my name “Bianca Hines – Ensemble” I was happy with myself. I was also casted as Teen Angel, I didn’t know what to expect but I knew a lot would be learned through this experience.

Our show was The Music Man, and it was the first full-length show I was ever in. I had gotten into theater through short versions of plays like Peter Pan in drama camp, and truthfully, I thought those were the hardest plays I'd ever do. I didn't think I was good enough to be in anything bigger than that. Even when I had auditioned months before, I had already accepted the fact that I wouldn't get in. When they posted the cast list, I almost screamed. My name was on it! That moment in itself was, in my eyes, the world's way of telling me to believe in myself, and that I could do anything I set my mind to!