Personal Narrative: What's Up Miami

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

When I was in the third grade and began to take an interest in musicals, my two best friends and I decided we would perform “Popular” from Wicked in our school’s talent show. I was looking forward to having fun with my friends onstage, but secretly I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had so many doubts about going onstage in front of my entire school. What if they thought I sang badly? Why didn’t we use backup music? Pink is definitely not my color. It was my first time singing by myself with a large audience watching me, but nonetheless, the three of us went onstage. Regardless of what others may have thought about us, we all felt exhilarated and relieved once we were done.

“It is not (Beetee), it is (Baytee).” We would scream to them very annoyed and of course they would look back at us with snobby looks of disgust, we did not care. It was a very good time. We all had a lot in common because we listened to the same music, we had the same personalities, and we loved being at concerts for the same exact reasons. Ryan Beatty finally came on stage and we were dancing and singing our hearts out with no care in the world. All four of us knew the words to every one of his songs which made him really happy. The concert was coming to a close and we were

their lyrics in unison. After they exited the stage I heard a couple of nearby fans wishing

From a distance, all you could here was the subtle noise of people screaming. The wind was blowing slightly and there was a light sprinkle in the air, but the weather wasn’t stopping these people. As the hollering slowly quiets down, a group of five or six friends walk out of the arena laughing and talking amongst each other, having the time of their lives at their favorite singers concert.

there was so many people out there seating in their seats clapping cheering it was amazing. When we start dancing there where so much enthusiasm going through my body I felt exuberant! The stage lights on was perfect with music and the people in their seats cheering, clapping, and really, enjoying themselves and I loved every minute of it. It made me feel special that I was part of something great. Finally, my dream came true to dance and to dance in front of a lot of people and I knew right there that this was not going be my last performance. After we were done, my group and I told each other how much we were proud of each other. Then later we all meet up with our parents and went home with smiles on are faces because it was the best moment of my

At the end of the story everyone clapped, and I clapped, although I did not know what happened. Then, the musicians asked for questions and feedback from the audience. I felt like I wanted to raise my hand and say something just so I could feel a part of the event, but I really did not have anything to ask or say. But, on my way out, I did tell the Hamsaa hostess that I had a great time, and the music was beautiful. She shook my hand, and said thank

Sweat was already dripping down my neck, and our show hadn’t even begun yet. From the corner of my eye, I could see a colorful screen showing a high-up view of our band, and in front of me, our drum majors marching to their spots.

I was so happy that I got called back. Once we were done with the additions, my mom gave me water and I took the biggest drink out of it and I felt refreshed. So, we had 15 minutes to get changed and get ready to go the award ceremony. I was the first one in the room. I see many people start to fill in the ceremony room. And as soon as the director comes out I hear everyone screaming cause they were so happy. The director said

A sudden song, the melody of hundreds of voices blending together, blared out before anyone could snap out of their frozenness.

Overall, I enjoyed the performance; the chance to play such amazing pieces, the opportunity to bring a smile to the audience, and to continue to learn and push myself to better my style of playing. There is always something almost magical about staring out into the audience at the end of a performance; it always brings a smile to my face. As great as the concert turned out to be, there are a few things I wish would have been different, such as, having more room on the stage, having the auditorium be slightly cooler than it was, and performing Riders for the Flag

Excruciatingly loud noises were coming from every direction, attacking my eardrums as if the sound waves were soldiers in combat. People were pushing and shoving, laughing and crying, acting as if they belonged in an asylum of the deranged. Lights were blinding everyone's eyes but that was the least of their concerns. A loud voice was ringing through the stadium bombarding my ears and the ones of the large sea of people around me. The intense repelling smell of sweat and tears were traveling through the air around me. But my aching feet, sore throat, and watering eyes were the least of my concerns as I, and everyone else were all just trying to reach the same goal. The goal of getting closer to the stage, the music, the artist, the intense

As they played the crowd cheered, cried, and screamed out of pure joy seeing their idols. I had sung along

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.

I pulled out a beautiful, white, elegant, and silky gown with gold sequins around its neck. In my opinion, this was a winning dress. Within the next twenty minutes, our names were being called. This was the first on-stage practice that we ever did. The stage was not so frightening as one would think. The big bright beams of light blinded me allowing me to feel as if noone was there. The stage became peaceful and relaxed. I began to practice with four inch heels, I noticed that this event was not properly organized. Everything that was dictated was made up as we went along this made me feel confused, but there was no giving up now.