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In terms of actions and dynamics for this piece, Bruce has used a few elegant balletic movements, such as arabesque and attitude, to show control and strength of what dominance

First, the overall tone in all three pieces was phenomenal, but there were a couple spots during the performance that were not as amazing as the rest of the performance. In the first song, Hamilton by Jerry Brubaker, it was hard to hear certain sections

On March 10th, 2017, The First Ontario Performing Arts Center showcased Anagnoson and Kinton, piano duo. Upon entering the hall, placed in the middle of the stage, where two butterfly positioned grand pianos. There was a universal anticipating mood for the music that is to be performed prior to the commencement of the concert. The duo took us through the timeline of their careers, playing pieces from significant times in their profession.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

While the dancing was fantastic, I could barely stay awake during the first two pieces (though I did enjoy seeing Tess Reichlen in Red Angels). Normally I love Hyltin and Stanley, but I just couldn't get into Varied Trios. These 2 pieces were just blah... to me.

Their range was so amazing and sounded as if it required a lot of practice. I admire them for lasting the whole show with spotless vocals. You most definitely have to have an acquired taste for the style of music that they were singing, but not to appreciate it. Throughout the opera I had to constantly remind myself to keep a positive outlook on the performance; nevertheless, I developed a great reverence for opera singers by the end of the opera.

In the beginning of the piece, I feel as though the band could have done better in terms of balance, such that some sections were louder than the others, such as the flutes and clarinets. In continuation, at measure 20, the flutes could have done a better job at intonation so that the part would have sounded smoother. In the discussion of the flutes and clarinets, we also could have gotten in the runs that were not opted out so that the piece would have sounded fuller. Though despite this, the piece did sound very interesting with the whole ensemble, and was a good way to end our spring concert. In the end, given the difficulty of the piece, I believe that the ensemble did a decent job in executing

The dancing, however, was worth it. And, it was so nice to see three out of the four recently promoted dancers on stage together (Lane, Royal and Shevchenko). Lane was gorgeous - what a ballerina she has become. As someone else noted, when Lane, Brandt and Trenary were dancing together, they were such a well-matched trio. I would also love to see a piece created for the three of them (or even just one section in a ballet). Royal was regal, but he always is. Those arms and legs of his that he stretches out fully and his confidence has skyrocketed (I'm sure his well-deserved promotion helped); just amazing. Whiteside is a bit of a puzzle for me. In this piece, and in any non-classical piece I'm finding, he's extraordinary. He commands the stage and dances with a fullness and an awareness that I never see in his princely roles. He was mesmerizing. I had to force myself to stop watching him so I could focus on the others. He's always had the technique and is a very good partner (and his partnering and relation to his partner continues to improve), but when I saw him as Siegfried, he disappeared and had no presence. Frankly, he looked bored. It's as if I'm watching two different

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

The particular piece that I found the most captivating was “City” choreographed by Pascal Rioult and performed by Catherine Cooch, Corinna Lee Nicholson, Michael Spencer Phillips, and Sabatino A. Verlezza. This piece displayed both the physical and the mental struggles of each of the four individuals in a city-like environment. The piece began with a distinct backdrop that showed a crowd of people walking through a busy street with cacophonic sounds of the people. The discord voices

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.