Personal Narrative-Preparing For A Fall Concert

I chose the genre string quartet and attended a concert at First Presbyterian church on October 19th, 2014. Because of its location the sanctuary where the concert took place had many stained glass windows. It was marvelous and in my opinion well suited the feel of classical music. The audience was very responsive and attentive. They applauded when the musicians appeared, in between pieces, and at the very end. They were quick to join in the sing along portion of the concert. Overall the people attending were an older crowd but you could tell they truly appreciated the music. The concert’s duration was around an

Fall Out Boy is playing and my mom and I are screaming along with hundreds of other people. But wait, let me tell you how we got there. My mom and I went to dinner one night and she was telling me about how my stepdad’s mom, Cathy, won tickets for a Fall Out Boy concert on the radio. Automatically my mind went to “I get to see them twice!”. Then came the bad news, the concert was in Memphis. I spent the whole night trying to convince my mom to go. My stepdad said that if we could find a way to go we should. However, my mom didn’t want to go because it was far and we hadn’t planned for it. As we kept talking about it all night I finally convinced her to go. She called her boss and asked for the next day off and the next morning we left for Memphis

On April 11th, 2017 in the Louis Armstrong Theatre, I attended the GVSU “University Band”. This up-beat ensemble lasted about 90 minutes; the talented students of GVSU’s university band joined together to perform multiple different songs ranging from a Waltz to a Dixieland Jamboree. All of the songs that the band played for the audience were all well-known, popular songs that they all enjoyed. Having the opportunity to attend this concert has opened new musical paths for myself and has allowed me to enjoy and kindly critique something that I perhaps would have never had the chance to otherwise.

After an eight hour drive we finally made it to Yosemite National Park. We were minutes away from starting our camping adventure and none of us could hold in our excitement. As we pulled into the parking lot we instantly noticed that the whole place was completely abandoned. We were puzzled as to why the park was closed. Annabelle was the first one to break the silence. She turned to Wyatt and said, “there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this place without going camping.” The furious look on her face made us realize that she would be impossible to reason with. Wyatt tried explaining to her that it might not be safe to camp at a deserted park but she grabbed her backpack and marched over to the fence. She promptly threw her gear over the fence

1. Thirty pounds of metal resting on my left shoulder, I marched for hours in the blistering hot sun. The sousaphone was my greatest enemy. In 6th grade I was chosen to play tuba for our middle school band, I didn't like it at first, but it grew on me. Two years later, I had gotten pretty good. I made all state band, won some awards, and was 1st chair. I had no intention in joining the marching band my freshman year.

East Carolina’s Concert band and Symphonic band performed on Tuesday, February 16, at seven thirty in the evening in Wright Auditorium. Being a duel performance it included over a hundred of my talented East Carolina peers led by outstanding band Directors Dr. Juchniewicz and Dr. Staub. Along with great students and Directors, the show incorporated a beautiful trombone solo performed by a fellow colleague. Although I have never attended a concert where such style of music was being performed, I did enjoy the music being played and most of them sounded as if I heard them before. The professionalism the students portrayed and maintain to the audience was breathtaking and made me honored to be their peers.

We were this close to being stripped of our "Undefeated" title. The band sat there in the bleachers, stunned as the announcer pulled up the scores and was ready to reveal first place. Blood rushed through my veins and the butterflies in my stomach were more active as ever. After all of our hard work, it would have been a shame if we did not conclude the season with a bang. The announcer raised her microphone and everything seemed to come to a halt.

I have been in band for six years. I have been in the Northglenn High school Performance Ensemble for three years. I first picked up a flute when I was just an anxiety-ridden 12-year-old who became flustered talking to anyone who I hadn’t known for over a year. I preferred to stay in very tight knit groups where everyone had been friends for five plus years. I made the decision to stay in band when I realized I had made new friends without any effort (an occurrence I had never experienced), and on top of that, I was having a great time. At this stage in my life, my family was experiencing a lot of issues. I practically lived in the hospital waiting room my entire sixth grade year; that newfound friendship meant all that more to me. I officially decided to remain in band and join marching band when I was 14 with much encouragement from my band teacher and the promise of being able to spend more time with my newfound best friend. The summer before freshman year was spent marching on a field in grueling heat with kids who all already knew each other; the prospects of new friendship didn’t look too great… My anxiety had yet to subside but, I was having the time of my life. As the years have gone by, I’ve evolved and grown with those kids who I once was terrified to talk to. They are very much

Marching Band has been a part of my life since I was about 9 years old. “I’m with the band” has been something I’ve said since I was in the fourth grade. In 2008, my band director, Mrs. Bollaro decided she would create a Pep Band, which soon turned into the ALJ Marching Band. My oldest brother, Eddie joined, and two years later, my other brother, Giulian joined. I was always mesmerized by the pretty flags and the spinning weapons, so it was not a surprise when I decided to join colorguard. When I finally made it to the eighth grade, I was allowed to join the colorguard. From the moment I knew what colorguard was, I wanted to be a part of it. My mom, and two of my aunts were in their high school colorguards, so being in colorguard meant more than just spinning. Joining marching band meant that I was following in my family traditions, and continuing what my family had started.

At Shawnee Community College there is a celebration called Fall Fest on their main campus every year to celebrate the beginning of fall. What I expected was that there would be a ton of fun activities to take part in. As soon as I made it outside I realized that I was completely wrong. The heat of the day did not make being bored and outside much better. There wasn’t much to do, which made trying to enjoy myself quite a difficult task. While I was at Fall Fest I did three things, I went and took pictures with props, played corn hole, and ate some food. The Fall Fest was not as fun as the emails and announcements made it out to be, so I couldn’t care less if Shawnee kept Fall

I participate in marching and concert band. As for concert band I have participated in it for 3 years, and i have only been in marching band for half a year.I enjoy being in both ensembles because it gives me a chance to make beautiful music and connect with my fellow band members. Most of the reason I’m even at where I am is because of my bad instructor Mr.Barz.

On Christmas when I was eight, I watched my cousin play Jingle Bells on the clarinet. It wasn’t amazing- she had only started learning the instrument a couple months before the coveted performance-, but despite the mistakes and harsh tone, it convinced me to try the same instrument as soon as possible. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long: the next school year, a nearby

The blaring of my alarm clock woke me up. Too early for a Saturday. But the excitement of the upcoming day energized me enough to rise out of bed. I was determined to do my best and make sophmore year exceptionally great. Fall was the beginning of marching season. School starts for most, but events like marching band, starts weeks before. When the sun beats down on you and the

The next month, about two weeks away from the performance date, as everyone set up their instruments for another day of practice, the

It was tenth grade and marching season had just ended, marking the beginning of concert band. I was looking forward to putting down my tiny piccolo and picking up its big sister- the flute. But as I was getting ready to take the school flute home for Christmas break, I overheard our only two trombone players inform our director that one of them will not be playing in the concert band, and the other one will be switching to berry saxophone. Which means we will not have a trombone section. So I took the initiative and told him that I will learn the instrument and play it since we will have a flute section. Mr.Bradford said okay, and I went home.