Personal Narrative: The Barn

Throughout my life, I have been taken by music. However, it was not until my 8th grade year in middle school that I realized that I could be a musician for the rest of my life. Before that, music just seemed like something to keep me out of trouble. I wasn’t the best player at that time, and I still knew very little about it all. How could something like that ever support someone? Still, it was the only talent that I could find any success in, and it was still very enjoyable, so I wanted to still give it a shot.

Unlike Jeannette I never moved around a lot in my life so maybe that’s why it so strange to me, but both she and I have some things in common. We both don’t seem to like our distant relatives, both of our mothers like to be hypocrites, saying stand up for what you believe in and then reprimanding us about it, and both of us have been and are tricked by our fathers; in her case standing up to her racist parents and digging a foundation for the Glass Castle that the family only wanted to use as a garbage disposal. Anyway her family has issues with pride just as much as mine does, only in a different way. The Walls were and are the poorest in any poor neighborhood they move to, but they bring their misfortune upon themselves. Honestly they could

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve observed people playing music around me. My family is musically inclined, which I believe is the reason I’ve been drawn to it. In 2006, I began taking guitar lessons but I never had much interest in playing. Things changed in 2009, and I wished to be different. I wanted to be good at something so I began to teach myself guitar and have stuck with the guitar until now. In 2010, I began to play on my church’s worship team and I enjoyed it very much. I have now been a worship leader for the past four years and it’s something I love to do. I love it so much that for the past two years I have gone to Camp Electric to

The day of our first competition it was pouring and we were told we were going to perform inside. Everyone was excited doing their hair, putting on makeup and getting our uniforms on. We hopped on a bus and drove to the competition, unloaded, and were waiting for our instrument

In addition, it was the little moments during performances that nurtured my desire to become a professional musician. The endeavor of singing on stage while hesitant and shaky, and the joy after finishing. Sitting in an ensemble with my alto saxophone, and playing with fellow musicians who shared my love for music, finding that perfect harmony. Experiencing a sense of freedom as I strummed and picked my heart away on stage with my guitar.

I can remember the moment when I decided that I would become a musician. I was at a summer music program that I didn’t really want to be at, sitting in a room that was filled with the scent of insulation. I was sitting on one of the many blue cushioned chairs in the room/. The instructors went around the hall, asking other children how old they were and what instrument they played. Everyone seemed to know each other already, chewing at the bit to be let on the stage to grab their preferred instrument and play the little music that they already knew with their friends. I felt left out, as I didn’t have an instrument that I could call my own. When the instructor finally got to me, he asked my age, name, and what I played, just like he had to

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

I went to every lesson and breezed through my lesson book. I was first chair both years and even sat across from Stephenie as we were both first chair for our respective instruments. I took every available opportunity I had to be able to play it including solo contest. Fifth grade band wasn’t anything super remarkable, however band in sixth grade changed the course of my musical career. It started with the arrival of Mrs.Bell, our new sixth grade band teacher. She was very sweet and always encouraged me to keep playing. Mrs.Bell was the reason I took a solo for Jazz band. I would help out in her office and hang out after school. I had even missed classes to help Mrs.Bell set up for honor band even though I didn’t make it in. I always looked forward to going to lessons. I even began taking extra lessons so I could perform in the middle school talent show. I had decided to play the theme from Rocky on my clarinet. All of my practicing had paid off and I delivered an excellent solo and I was very proud of

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

I was born in Raeford, North Carolina to Stephanie W. Henderson and Donnie Henderson Jr. When I was three my parents separated and they agreed to joint custody. My mom and I moved to Kansas City, MO in 2008. I lived back and forth between Raeford and Kansas City from 2008 to 2013. Summer 2013, I moved in with my dad for high school. From the age of five, I’ve loved music. Any type of music is my type of music. In example, my playlist includes Dolly Parton, Metallica, Rihanna, Keith Urban, and 2 Pac. I’ve been in choir since I can remember. My love for music is phenomenal but as far as being a musician; I’m a mediocre singer and I’ve tried to play bass guitar. I inherited my love for music from my father. Only difference is he’s good at playing instruments. The reason (what I had thought for years) my mom moved to Kansas City was to mend her relationship with her mom. Neither of my parents went to college, my mom didn’t even graduate high school. The last time my mom saw hers was when she dropped out. Turns out the

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

I was surprised when I was accepted into Region Band, (I did really bad on my audition.) and we had to go out of town for the clinic. An hour and 15 minutes, we arrived at Fort Mill High. We were late. So I went inside the room, where all of the Region Band people were, and everybody was there. I felt nervous. So, I went to my seat and just stared at the music. I knew for a fact I couldn’t play that music (Mostly “Crosswinds March”) but we practiced and I realized, it wasn’t that bad. At 5:00, we left and we stopped by the hotel to drop off our luggage and to get ready for dinner. The best part is the fact that all the teachers were on the first floor and we were on the fourth. We ended up going to the Southpark Mall for dinner and we were there for 2 hours. My two friends and I ended up buying two pizzas and walking around the mall with them. This felt like freedom to me. Not having a teacher tell you what to do or where to go. But after we left the mall, we went to Sports Connection for an hour. I ended up hanging with the same people I hung out with in the Mall. My people ended up playing laser tag, so I hung out with A French Horn player. She and I went on a 3-D ride that had werewolves. That was fun. After the ride, we left and went back to the hotel. I went straight to bed. The next morning, we were almost late leaving and we missed breakfast (but the good thing is we weren’t late to practice.) We practiced our music and took breaks and next thing you know, it’s concert night. The concert was really outstanding. Afterwards, I left the high school and headed on back to

I went to a chamber music concert called Attravereso il Mare, on October 17 at 8 pm at Boston Court located in Pasadena. This project performs Italian-American songs which represent the Italian-American culture. My friend and I arrived 1 hour early, and people kept coming. Most of them are family and friends, and only few of them were coming alone, but they all had more concert experience than me because this was my first time attending any kind of concert. This concert was in a very small room with only 100 seats, but all seats were fulfilled. This concert experience impressed me a lot and changed my feeling about concert.

It was the night that I went to see and support my friend’s middle school band performance. I remember watching and hearing the sounds of certain instruments and being instantly drawn to them. At the very moment I knew that music was something I wanted to learn and study all through life. There was something beautiful about the way each individual instrument sounded, and the abilities that each musician had to make their instruments sound a certain way. The next year I signed up for my school’s band classes and began to learn and study about music and music theory.