Personal Narrative: The Day I Discovered Bands

Pop culture is always a fundamental part of society. It is shown through movies, books, and even music. People listen to different genres of music, such alternative, rock, country, rap, pop, reggae, jazz, folk, R&B and. The band Twenty-One Pilots positively change people's views on alternative music by using other elements from different genres and having meaningful lyrics to bring in different listeners.

My Singstunde choices depict some aspects of my ongoing journey of finding meaning and finding my place in this life. Recently, I have been faced with uncertainty concerning who I am and what I want to contribute to this world. This is my last semester of my Senior year at Regis and I feel so thankful for the specific purposeful educational opportunity that I have been granted. Now, it is my turn to figure out how to live a meaningful life and how to best use this amazing Jesuit education. I hope that the Jesuit ideals, that have grown so close to my heart, can help inform a path to helping others in the most effective way that I personally can accomplish given my personality, strengths and weaknesses. While I know this searching for the right

As the dark stadium filled with people, with the sounds of music and people exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked hard all week to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.

If you ask me “What about you love to do , What the good song for you?. For me , Music made me inspire me to do the heart voice . It’s begin from The Bee Gees bands.

The events that took place on June 1st, 2013 is almost a blur, although, the sensation has always been ever so clear to me. I felt alive. I felt enchanted. And I felt wanted. Almost every little problem vanished for that one specific night. Who would’ve thought a single person can make you feel invincible? Cristian, was nearly the opposite the person I was. He was true rock and roll, and I was merely the product of the mainstream rock phenomena. He almost seemed very opinionated as I had always kept to myself, It was odd and a little unexpected. Although we both are very timid from the naked eye, to my surprise he was actually very witty and humorous. One lonely night at a park was the beginning of a very long and faithful friendship.

I am about ready to jump out of my chair, FINALLY the bell rang. I sprint as fast as I can to get to choir. Today is auditions for the winter concert solo. My friend Lauren stops me in the hall. "Are you excited?" she asks. "Yes I am" I replied. As soon as we get to his class, we notice a microphone set up. As people pour in, Mr. Vandyke puts up our rehearsal outline to copy. He stands up to tell us what to do next. He is holding auditions in the practice room.

Some people remember things based on the date or who they were with, others tie their memories to specific emotion-filled moments, I remember everything based on what song was playing. I listened Supertramp’s “Breakfast in America”, off my brother’s first generation iPod, the first time my mom allowed me to bike alone through the neighborhood. Carpools home from rec soccer practice were filled with the Black Eyed Peas’ “Boom Boom Pow” and geeky dance moves, windows rolled down so everyone could see. Coming home from fencing practice and studying late at night was an accompaniment of Bruce Springsteen songs being quietly played on the piano by my dad. Whatever the memory, music permeates each and every one.

When I was in seventh grade, I joined the school band. I thought about what instrument I should play, and decided to play the clarinet. I started playing in school and discovered that I had a slight talent for it.

From a young age, I learned that no matter how hard you try, people of color have to work harder than others. As a young African-American girl, I knew that my the majority of teachers preferred white students to black students, with there being no more than five black children in any of my classes throughout elementary school. In a society that is based on who you are, what you look like, where you come from, and who you love, it’s very easy to lose touch with your roots. Throughout my many activities and community outreach, I hope to begin to repair the color line that has imbedded itself within present day society by showing that everyone, regardless of color, should have the same rights and opportunities.

Why did I have to be nervous that night?I did great with my friends when we played our instruments at the highschool.I had to wake up and get ready to eat something .After that I had everything ready for me to go to school.

June 12, 2016, a day most thought would be normal turned out to be one of the most devastating days in American history. On June 12th, 49 people were killed in Pulse nightclub in Orlando, a massacre that rocked the world and hit close to home- in fact, 10 miles from my own home. Two weeks later, I found myself at Firefly Music Festival. On the other side of the country, I was surrounded by thousands of people carrying posters, signs, and flags to show their support for the wounded LGBT community. Seeing so many people come together was an image I'll never forget. Beyond being heartwarming, it was inspiring. Not only did I want to show my own support, I wanted the world to see the vast compassion of others. I wanted to show the world that people

The first day of summer has just begun. That means that I get to work at the record shop all day with Sylvain! If it isn't apparent, I love Sylvain. The way his brown hair glows in the sun is spectacular, and his brown eyes shine like the stars at night. He can make any outfit look sophisticated. Oh, I have to stop thinking about him! I'm going to be late for work!

The performing arts are a natural outlet for creative self-expression. Playing the clarinet in my school’s symphonic band and singing at Hindi music festivals, I am immersed in creativity and often lose track of time. I feel joyous and free. Sounding melodies on the clarinet, I convey my deepest emotions. Singing is born of the body and I express my authentic voice. Yet, music is a universal language. Music crosses cultures and breaks barriers. I love to perform and connect with audiences of all kinds through the universal language of music.

There were once four friends named Cole, Anthony, Paul, and Tyler living in the suburbs of Murrieta. They enjoyed hanging out, but could never find anything to do for fun other than listen to music. One day Anthony picked up a guitar and started playing very well. Tyler says, “Hey!! I didn’t know you play an instrument. Did I ever tell you guys I play bass?” When suddenly Anthony had a bright idea and suggested the friends to start a band together. The friends were hesitant because they didn’t think they could create any enjoyable music. Anthony tried his best to convince them since they could all play instruments, and the friends finally agreed to form the band The Furious Four. Anthony was lead guitar, Paul was rhythm guitar, Tyler was bass and Cole was responsible for lyrics. As they began their first practice session the next day, they realized they needed a drummer. Paul says, “You can’t have a good band without a drummer”, so the friends decided to do some searching for a new member to play the drums.

I got off the plane, all the way from Hawaii, the cold air of New York filled my lungs. I had came to New York for one reason. To kill. I had about 50 people in mind, all famous. I couldn’t stand it. It kept me up all night; the jealousy, the anger, the hatred. I was worthless. I was a nobody. Nobody knew my name. But soon, soon everyone would know Mark David Chapman.