Last year we had a fifth grade concert and I was not ready for what was about to happen and the theme was Superhero.Now I personaly didn’t like this theme because before when I was in the lower grades they had such great concert ideas like a halloween theme a cowboy theme a Star Wars theme and we get hero uhg and when my music teacher told us our theme I was crushed it felt like a hurricane washing out a village I was that sad!Also all the people running the concert the fifth grade teachers did not pick the best songs. I mean it's theme was hero so they really didn’t have much choices to work with I bet the teachers even felt like they just saw a tornado wepe out a parking lot.This concert was a real depressing time like the great depression. …show more content…
!Proformance day was even worse though we messed up on that day. I felt as if all the stuff we learned just got sucked right out of our heads like water going down a drain glugglugglug!I felt really nervous on proformance day because we messed up I felt so dumb and embrassed but my parents said nothing about it so I didn’t feel to bad about it.Except in the concert they had some kids do a video on what you're hero was and I got picked too do it.I completly sputtered I failed and they still showed the video anyway and when the audience saw this part of the video of me absolutly failing they all went
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and I didn’t like it one little
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.
...e’re with you.” After John is Janis Joplin’s turn everybody had awoken by then and most people were disappointed in her performance because she was too drunk to perform. A year later she died because of drug and alcohol abuse. The mood changed completely when Sly and the Family Stone got on stage most say his music made people start partying again. Next was The Who which had a great impact on the festival when the guitarist smashed his guitar into the back of Hoftman’s head.
Whenever kids join band, they typically have their mind set on the instrument they want to play, and for me, this was percussion. In sixth grade we had the opportunity to join band, and become part of prestigious and successful group at our school. I dreamt of being the lead percussionist and leading the band by keeping the beat and making sure everyone was always together. I had my heart set on percussion ever since I was little, seeing my uncle play drums, banging his head around wildly, hitting drumsticks so hard they broke, and having so much fun with it; I wanted to have that much fun, too.
I walked into the school feeling like what is the point of living. I early that week asked someone out and got denied. I was dealing with my mom being sick in the hospital. She had sensory overload and a nervous breakdown. It just hit me all that day on how much my life is a wreck.
It was a day like every other, just another day at work. Or at least at the time that’s what I thought. Soon however, this day would go down is one of the worst days of my life. Devastation, sadness, pain, betrayal, anger swam through my veins and filled my entire body this day.
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
I have been involved in band since the sixth grade when I picked up my very first clarinet. This year I was very fortunate to be selected as the 2017 Senior Drum Major of our marching band. This role has taught me a lot about myself and it has allowed me to strengthen my abilities as a leader. During the course of the marching season, I learned the best way to effectively lead the band so as to make progress while still maintaining an upbeat atmosphere.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
Strumming out the last chords to the song Trystan looked at the decent sized crowd the band had pulled in. He loved how they all were jumping and screaming the band's name! He was getting drunk just off the sound and honestly he wasn't going to let the buzz die off so quickly. He was wanting to keep living in this moment where his last name wasn't anything that was on anyone's tongue, just the first name.
We have to go back to middle school band. But wait! I can’t talk about that yet. Hmmmm where to start? Oh yeah!
No matter what will happen I will forget. As time keeps running and running and I keep growing older and older, memories of the past won't become important and I will start to forget many events that happened in the past. Although I will never be able to remember all of my time in middle school there is a way for me to remember at least the summary of my three years of middle school by choosing a representing song, a theme song. The theme song I chose to represent my eighth grade year was “Feel Good Inc.” written and sung by the Gorillaz. I chose this song as one of the lyric lines accurately represents the amount of complaints we gave out, the emotions represented in the song are almost an exact representation of my emotions during eighth grade, and because the repetitive beat signifies how I felt eighth grade was.
The day I lost my class spelling bee in seventh grade was the day my life changed in ways I never thought would happen. Fourth grade up until that time, I had made it to the Regional Spelling Bee at UMES every year in March where if I won, then I would venture to Washington D.C. to compete in the Scripps National Spelling Bee in May. Studying with my mom had become a paramount part of my life while preparing, and all I had experienced was success until that day.
After the show had ended, I felt slightly empty. I had waited years and months for that night, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Although I was sad that the show was over, I felt completely content. Now, when I hear their songs, I get to remember what it felt like to hear the band perform them live. I can watch the videos and try to wrap my mind around how it was real. Going to my first concert was an unparalleled experience that I will always cherish. The ambiance, the band’s performance and the unity the audience
My mom was incarcerated during the time so I lived with my Aunt Pompom. Aunt Pompom never let me and my cousins wake up late for school and if we did, we were driven. Coincidentally on this day both my cousin Zay and I over slept. So we jump up frantically and start putting on our clothes. In the mist of putting on my clothes I come on my menstrual cycle a week before it is supposed to come on. Then, to top that off when we tried to get my aunt up and she told us “yall over sleeping ass better walk”. She did not care if it was my birthday or not. So sadly Zay and I start walking and little did I know nature was also against me, it started to drizzle. I could feel every drip that dropped on me, I just knew I would smell like a wet dog once I got to school. The feelings I had walking were unimaginable I could have just clasped to the ground right then and there because there was no way my day could be enlightened it been ruined from the moment I