Short Story : ' The Song '

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 he finished his clapping he gave her a giant, gapped tooth smile. “You’re a really good singer!” he

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

The war has ended, and Norman returns to Iowa, but everything has changed. He talks about how his father wanted him to receive many awards, and says how his dad would be proud of how many badges he got. Now, Norman imagined telling his dad the story of the silver star. He uses repetition on the reason why he didn’t obtain the silver star which was because of “the smell” (139). The story was, soldiers were stationed near the lake of Song Tra Bong. It was raining very hard. The lake was overflowing and the smell was almost unbearable. Norman had concluded that the lake was used a bathroom for the villagers. Norman saw Kiowa sinking in the sewage. He tried grabbing his boot, but failed to save his friend since he began to sink and couldn't handle the smell. As a matter of fact, Norman would’ve received the silver star if he would’ve conjured up enough courage to do so.

I wish that Jason could sing with me but there was no argument when Echo told me the song only required one set of vocals. After getting lost in my worried thoughts for a minute, my mind went back to reality when the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. My heart raced and it took all my strength to stand still and hold back tears. "Now everyone, this is our last entry for the competition but I've heard great things from this group and am sure they will impress you. Now playing the song (song name here) is (school name here) Middle School's Junior Music Group!" The announcer said in an excited voice. My stomach sank when he basically told the crowd to have high expectations but I knew I couldn't chicken out now. The curtains started to separate and bright lights started to blind me from the large crowd, which was good in this case. I knew now that I was facing the biggest challenge of my life and that if I failed to complete this challenge, my dreams of a musician would collapse, so I didn't take this lightly. I adjusted my posture one more time and with trembling hands I signaled Tori to begin her

One of the crucial components of Amy Tan's "Two Kinds" is her choice of narrator. This narrative voice develops the story by adding to the characters. By using this narrator, Amy Tan allows the story to come alive through the eyes of a child. Jing-Mei, who is the daughter of a Chinese immigrant, paints the picture of her relationship between herself and her overbearing mother. Being the protagonist of the story, Jing-Mei is able to portray what she is going through as the storyteller. This choice of first person narrative allows the audience to look through the eyes of a young Chinese-American girl and take part in her coming of age. If the author chose another character as narrator, the childlike

Bailey sighed as she sat on the stool hearing the band members complaining. She rolled her eyes as she looked to Tristan. Smiling as he agreed with her, she took in a deep breath just as Kyle stood up. "Hey, guys stop. This is Bailey's song. If she wants to do it acoustic lets do it acoustic." Smiling she mouthed "Thank you." to Kyle who winked at her. If it was someone other than Tristan who would have her back it was Kyle. Including after Bailey had set him up with Johnny the bartender at the cafe and a close friend of Baileys. Biting down on her lip she listened as Tristan spoke before nodding her head to what he was saying. "See if it doesn't sound good acoustic then we'll bring the bass and guitars back in. Besides this song is kind of personal." Bailey spoke as

I wanted to leave that audition knowing I gave it my all. As I stepped into the room my heart was pumping. My fingers were jittering and I could feel my throat ready to spit out every word I knew. As my tryout went on I felt more confident than I have ever felt before.

The two walked together in silence on the way back to Liz’s house. Both not sure exactly what to say. When they finally reached Liz’s house Liz said. “ I hope this won’t be the last of

”Catherine, you got this. Do not be nervous,” I whisper to myself. I am on the sidelines waiting for my band to be called. My head is filled with fear, an emotion that had made itself home before every performance. Looking ahead, I see the 50 yard line where I will start the show.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll be the lucky guy that gets to walk you to band class now." Brett smiled as he spoke.

Jokes aside, Thank u for your voice, your music and for beinf such a safe haven, your songs calm me down when I' stressed and cheer me up when I'm sad; u make me laugh with silly things u say and the stories u share (that it's a big acomplishment, I'm telling u). U said once that u hoped ur music didn' t only bring sadness to people and I can garantee u that it doesnt.

“Guys we can’t rush, pay attention.” he says, waving his arms wildly above his head. He’s looking sternly at the percussion section full of freshman. They slow down for the third time this song. He’s wearing the typical outfit. Purple Laurel Locomotives shirt tucked into his faded dad jeans. Grey and white tennis shoes to pull the look together. The sunset is glinting off his short, grey hair.

I reminded myself that within hours it’d all be over- for better or worse. Within hours I’d either be in or out. This thought was supposed to be reassuring, but all it did was make me more nervous. It resurfaced the idea of rejection, a feeling that, even though I was familiar with it, never got easier. I wanted to be a Chamber Singer- I wanted to be accepted- so badly! I wanted to wear the long black dress, sway back and forth, sing like an angel, be top dog. And

"You look beautiful Abi, I'm afraid you're gonna meet a sweet boy here and leave me in the dust," he said, smiling and grabbing my hand. I punched his shoulder softly and he acted like he was in pain. I giggled and we walked to get my bags.