xugx29
Nov 30, 2009
Undergraduate / Short Answer------Rock Band [3]
This is my short answer for the common application. It was about my extracurricular, which is my rock band and music. Hope I can get some helpful suggestions. Thank you!
"We need a guitarist, please join us."the caption reached out his hand.
I shake it.
Ten years ago, in the lane pervading with the perfume of onion and garlic, I hummed with that old cassette machine. Five years ago, in the busy and pompous downtown, I trotted with my guitar on the back. Three years ago, in the school full of the tinkling of reading, I met these guys with the same passion towards music. It was never a thing that I have to treat with an attitude, but already a part of myself.
First show, it was excited and nervous. It took time for running-in between the instruments, between the teammates. There are wrinkling guitar scores, fallen amplifiers, entangling wires and the calluses on my fingertips. The old studio before the performance was surprisingly peaceful: the light smell of mold, the creaking floor, the dimming lights, and the unstrained flying dust between the beans. I fiddled the strings, and the crisp sound flowed melodiously.
Second show, it was familiar and confident. Still messy was the rehearsal room; still peaceful was the old studio.
Third show, it was tacit and calm. Still fallen in love with the old studio.
Thank you.
This is my short answer for the common application. It was about my extracurricular, which is my rock band and music. Hope I can get some helpful suggestions. Thank you!
"We need a guitarist, please join us."the caption reached out his hand.
I shake it.
Ten years ago, in the lane pervading with the perfume of onion and garlic, I hummed with that old cassette machine. Five years ago, in the busy and pompous downtown, I trotted with my guitar on the back. Three years ago, in the school full of the tinkling of reading, I met these guys with the same passion towards music. It was never a thing that I have to treat with an attitude, but already a part of myself.
First show, it was excited and nervous. It took time for running-in between the instruments, between the teammates. There are wrinkling guitar scores, fallen amplifiers, entangling wires and the calluses on my fingertips. The old studio before the performance was surprisingly peaceful: the light smell of mold, the creaking floor, the dimming lights, and the unstrained flying dust between the beans. I fiddled the strings, and the crisp sound flowed melodiously.
Second show, it was familiar and confident. Still messy was the rehearsal room; still peaceful was the old studio.
Third show, it was tacit and calm. Still fallen in love with the old studio.
Thank you.