On August 27, 2003, I was born. I was brought home to the yellow on top, brick on bottom house on 104 Redbud Ln, Eureka, Illinois. Of course, I have no recollection of this. I’ve only heard the stories of my brother in tears when he was told I could not play with him when I was just a few days old. I’ve only heard stories of me destroying my brothers toy train tracks when I had acquired the right amount of upper body strength to pull myself up to his train table. This is the thing about beginnings. You don’t always remember them. However, we can remember the memories made after a few years of life, and some of those memories can impact the rest of your days immensely. My family consists of five members: my mom, my dad, my brother, myself, …show more content…
So, in my family, it’s almost a requirement to do music. Not only did they both do music, but they also did theatre. Their love for the stage has been passed down to me. Being involved in theatre, my family could agree that is has not been a walk in the park living in Eureka. There are not very many people who are involved in being on the stage nor are there many programs that will help young actors to grow into flourishing entertainers. So, naturally, it is hard for me to watch youth in neighboring cities, like Peoria, grow up in schools where they have drama programs with over 75 kids involved. So, this past winter, we decided to leave Eureka theatre and graduate to Peoria theater. This step in my life was one of the greatest decisions I have ever made. Community theatre gives me much more of an opportunity to be with others who may have the same theatre situation where they come from.A massive plus that comes with theatre is meeting brand-new people. Meeting new people can result in lifelong friendships. However, one downside that comes with making new friends is having to leave them behind. Having to say goodbye to friends that you’ve gotten to know so well I would say is by far and easier said than done
People have dreams of what they want to do or accomplish in life, but usually musical theatre is just pushed into the non-realistic void. It isn’t a dream for me. In the past four years, musical theatre has been clarified as my reality. Musical theatre has been the only thing I have seen myself wanting to do. My first love was The Phantom of the Opera, seeing how I watched it almost every day and it was one of the first shows I saw. Of course, I started doing all of those cute shows in middle school and making a huge deal about it to my family and friends, but I have never felt so passionate about something. The minute I get up on that stage I throw away Riley for two and a half hours and it’s the most amazing feeling! Being able to tell a story
Music has always been one of things I excelled in. In elementary school it was required to be in music but second in 5th grade you have the option to be in band. I was in band for 6 years before I stopped and I went to 5 honor bands. I played tenor saxophone and was 2nd chair all six years. Jazz band was something we had in middle school and high school. We had 2 jazz bands in middle school. Jazz one was for 8th graders and jazz two was 7th grade. I played in both. My first year I played tenor 1 and 2 and the second year I played baritone saxophone. My 9th grade year I played only tenor one. We didn’t have to audition but the students who plays that instrument normally would have first say in who gets 1st, 2nd and sometimes 3rd part. That
Nothing lasts forever. Everything, whether good or bad has to come to an end. But people do say that sounds and voices do not die. Melodies we hear in our life lives on for generations and ever after. No matter who we are or wherever we come from; in whichever situation we were in, at some point of our lives, we have come across certain melodies that still live in our heart. And I am no different from others. There are certain musical pieces that have not only influenced my life, but have made a significant impact to change me for the better.
Until now, only my family and those who have had the experience of calling my house in the midst of one of my renditions of the confrontation scene between Javert and Valjean from Les Misérables knew about my passion for musical theater. For years I have endured ridicule from my sisters and their friends who have overheard me belting out the lyrics to "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof while in the shower. Ever since my first musical, Jesus Christ Superstar, seven years ago, I have been obsessed with the telling of stories through melody and verse. My heart leaps when I see that Phantom of the Opera is coming to the local theater, or when Guys and Dolls is appearing on television at one in the morning.
I believe music, of any genre, can control a person's mood, create memories, and even inspire or change somebody. I believe this because of how music has changed my life and helped create me into a happier, more social person. When I Was younger I was very shy and socially awkward, I could never connect with other people and although I wasn't depressed I also wasn't happy. This all changed when music came into my life and I found music that connected with me and helped me face my problems, or music that was fun and just made me forget about my problems.
The band room at Reynolds Middle School was filled to the brim with over excited, prepubescent children who were about to be given thousands of dollars worth of metal and wood because on that day we would be receiving our instruments. Sitting anxiously with my hands in my lap waiting for forever as Mr. Love went down the list alphabetically to give each student his or her new toy. When Mr. Love finally called my name to get my clarinet I shared excited glances with all of my friends who had gotten their new instruments before me and giddily running to the storage room to get the black case that would contain the thin tube of plastic that would be used by me to drive my parents up the wall to this day. While learning how to put the five pieces
When I was in elementary school, State Road always had assemblies and invited people to come perform for the students. During one assembly we walked down to the cafeteria and when I got down there I saw the High School Jazz Band. After listening to the sweet music I felt inspired and I wanted to learn how to play an instrument one day in the Jazz Band. In middle school I learned how to play the trumpet and wanted to become a good musician so I practiced and worked on my tonality. When I finally got to symphonic band in high school I was nervous because I knew I was one step closer to being in the Jazz Band.
My love for music has kept me afloat through many tribulations throughout my life. When I was younger I was fascinated with the concept of music theory. This love led me to play recorder, piano, and now guitar. I love the freedom that music allows one when composing an original piece. There are so many genres and aspects of music to choose that one can never be bored. With my music, I feel I am able to paint a vivid story of my life. As the notes carry my thoughts and passions, I am able to share my hopes and dreams with anyone who would stop and listen. I hope to improve my skills in the future and work on sharing my love for music with others. There's no better feeling than composing and preforming ones own
I grew up in Yazoo City the middle out of nine children, and like the rest of my siblings I was almost entirely homeschooled. Music was possibly the most important subject, which incidentally happened to be the only one my mother didn’t teach. While my parents never actually said it, we all knew that it was a given that we would be taking piano lessons from around fourth grade to graduation. But when I was little I had zero interest in piano. I –for no reasons I can remember anymore- was very draw to violin and tried my hardest –without actually coming out and asking- to get my parents to let me take violin. As a six year-old my idea of “subtle hinting” was cutting out a violin shape from cardboard, and using a pencil as a bow to show my mom how well I “played”. In the end when I turned eight my
For my second concert, I attended a percussion ensemble. There was really no proper title to the concert. It was directed by Daniel Smithiger. The percussionists were SIUE students and a guest conductor/ performer, Professor Megan Arns, from the University of Missouri. Professor Arns has performed in many countries. She is a percussionist and educator. She also has experience with marching band. There was a total of eight songs performed during the concert I attended.
My family is not my blood family, but with how close we all are sometimes I forget. From the moment my parents thought we were mature enough, they told us we were adopted, but they never really told us our “story” until this year.
My family consists of my mother, father, and myself. I was adopted at birth and was raised by a family member
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
My family has shaped my identity throughout the years and I am who I am today because of them. My grandpa showed me the role of hard work on the farm and how it will pay off. My dad showed me how to be athletic and have a tough side. My mother taught me how to have a