As a young child I became enamored with singing and performing. Whether it was music videos on T.V of the singing and dancing pop stars; the static-full reception of funky R&B and hip-hop on the radio; or the boisterous melody of voices from a swaying and clapping church choir. Singing became a routine part of my life from an early age. Despite this, singing was something I did only for fun. My best musical memories are ones of my cousin and I. We would have songwriting competitions with each other, sing Disney pop songs that we loved, and imagine scenarios where we would both be famous pop stars. As we grew older, these silly games became obsolete for my cousin but my drive didn’t wane. However, as I started to grow up and begin high school I hid my desire to be a singer. My stage fright as well as a lack of familial support, was what held me back from reaching out to pursue singing professionally. …show more content…
I have never had the confidence or the training of a real aspiring musician. I remember when I was 8 years old, I sang “A whole New World” in front of my parents; my dad’s eyes lit up and he said “she can sing!” This moment is what made me realize that I wanted to be a singer. Even though my parents had an idea of my talent, they never encouraged me to be more serious about it; that still upsets me to this day. I wanted to take singing lessons and get better at my craft so it could boost my confidence. Since that never happened, I sort of took matters into my own hands; when I was 12 years old I began to teach myself top develop my
The begging of middle school our choir consisted of Sopranos, Altos. This was mainly due to the fact that we didn’t hit puberty yet. That year I found my niche. This was exciting for me because I wasn’t like my brothers who are athletic. My 7th and 8th grade year were the years I made a difference. To add on to the Sopranos and Altos the guys were now baritones and that was a big deal. During my 7th grade year we sang Phantom of The Opera. My friend Jon and I sang a duet and received a standing ovation. The following year was just as good due to the fact we sang Broadway medley. I sang Part in the South Pacific song aint nothing like a dame. Later in that piece I had a whistling solo for the king and I. this was so cool to do because people thought I was going to sing and I shocked the by whistling. High school was a big change because we now had 4 parts: Soprano, Alto, Bass, and Tenor. Our choir consisted of 50-60 students and 40 of them were girls. I was very intimidated by this but didn’t let this stop me. I sang tenor and our section was about five people but we were the strongest section. We hosted State Large group which is where judges rate your choir you can receive division 1, 2,3,4,5. One would be the best that you could receive. We also had honor choirs you could go to. I went to one in Waverly, Iowa at Wartburg College called the Meistersingers Honor choir. While I was there I sang tenor 2. This Honor choir was about 600 high school students plus the Wartburg choir. This particular honor choir was special because we sang with Simone Estes, the famous opera
As I grew older I realized that the desire I had was not only to communicate emotions to others, but to do so in a manner that would improve their own life. I began to sing with my youth group praise team, choir,
Sitting in a clinic in Nepal, I picked up the only newspaper that was in English and stared at the section dedicated to the Grammy Awards. There by the headline was Sam Smith, standing with a grin, cradling his four Grammys. I turned to my friend and stated, “I want to win a Grammy.” As I sat there, hearing myself vocalize a hidden dream, I waited, expecting some sort of encouraging spiel on how I could accomplish anything I wanted if I worked hard enough. Instead, she tilted her head as she said with a smile, “Well, you’ll have to sing in front of your friends first.” She was right. In order for me to be on that stage, thanking my mother for her endless encouragement, I would need to set aside all those drive blocking reasons I couldn’t be a musician. It is scary, realizing my dream and knowing that it will not be easy. When I think about singing, composing, spreading my message, sharing my voice, I am filled with excitement and anxiety.
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.
My parents were not pleased with my obsession with music. At first they humored me by listening to my songs but when i neared the end of my junior year i was sixteen and they thought they should put an end to my futile and irrational dream of being a musician. They thought I should focus more on my studies. They wanted me to be a nurse like my mother, and work in the hospital I was born at with my dad, Dr. Lawrence E. Roberts, and my mom, nurse Robbin M. Roberts. It was then I knew what I had to do; the year was 1964 I figured hell it was time I ran my own life.
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
Music has always been an important part of my life. Upon entering the fifth grade, my parents bought me a flute, at my insistence. After moderate success playing the flute, I saw greener grass on the other side of the musical fence. Singing just had to be easier than making music with a long metal pipe. My perception and reality did not exactly match. Singing has its own subtleties and complexities which are not readily apparent to the casual observer. Abandoning the flute for singing, I began taking voice lessons in the tenth grade. My voice teacher was very experienced and encouraged me to pursue my interest in music beyond high school. After much deliberation, I decided to major in voice during college. This path would be fraught with unforeseen difficulties and exciting challenges.
I’ve always loved music and singing, even as a kid. It has always been my passion. Performing on stage is what actually broke me out of my shell. Going into highschool I was very awkward and shy, but music helped me conquer my social awkwardness. Music has helped me give back to my community in ways I never thought of, seeing the smiles on people’s faces when I sing is one of the greatest feelings ever and I cherish it, and the applause when I’m done makes me feel all warm inside. Performing and helping others perform is something I love to do and it helped me find my place in the world. Learning a new song is fantastic experience as well.
After learning how to talk, I found that singing was something I really enjoyed. Music has helped me to express myself. I have
Beginning three years ago, my mom takes me to new york city every June. My mom is a tattoo artist and has to travel a lot for work, so she takes me on this trip so she is able to spend more time with me. Going to New York with my mom makes me feel special because she takes only me (the oldest) out of my siblings. We have visited Times Square, the Empire State building, broadways shows, and more. This special time with her makes me realize how lucky I am to have a mom that cares about me and to cherish every second we spend together.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
Music has affected my entire life as I grew up and has grown to be a talent of mine. Starting in fourth grade, I joined choir and have moved up all the way to Chamber Singers at Bonita High School, the top choir available there. Though my years, I have learned music has a large impact on who I am, as it was implemented into my childhood. As of now, I sing and play percussion at my church, playing drums and Cajon. My musical ability has transformed as I have grown older, expanding as I mature.
Being a part of that group gave me the opportunity to challenge myself with more difficult music, and the greater the vocal obstacle, the more I thrived. My choir teacher, Ms. Tippett, took notice of my passion for music and urged me to pursue it further. She pushed me to audition for choral festivals, urged me to try out for the school musical, gave me new responsibilities within the choir, and always knew I could accomplish whatever task she handed me. She nurtured my unconditional love of all things with a melody and made me see that this path is attainable, that I can follow music for the rest of my life. Music shaped me into the confident young woman I am today, and I can’t begin to imagine how miserable my life would be if I pushed it to the
Singing was another performance thing I loved. I remember my best friend in second grade getting annoyed with me because she didn’t want to keep making up songs with me. In fifth grade my two best friends and I would hold “concerts” at recess, and we were sure we
The stereotypical “music lover” in high school is usually one of a few types of people: The person who desires to perform on their specific instrument (typically in a traditional orchestra), the person who wants to teach music in an institution, or the person who excels at marching band and wishes to follow more similar activities in college. I am none of these persons. For the entire span of my life, music has been my favorite escape from the habitual elements of life. I can vividly remember myself as a child jumping and dancing on the bed to Scar Tissue by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. It’s not difficult to recall the early days of piano lessons, learning how to hold my hands, and learning how to use the pedals.