A Melodious Experience
The distant roar of applause signals the approach of my turn to perform. The backstage is occupied with apprehensive faces, hastily moving around. The air has a stimulating feel to it, and the ambiance is of anticipation. I take a deep breath and loosen up my muscles. My first musical performance is about to begin. In the seconds before it does, I reflect on how I became a singer.
Music has always fascinated me. When I was eight, my father bought a cassette player and I was eager to get my hands on the peculiar device. The music it played enchanted me and I became an avid collector of music tapes. From that day on I would listen to any kind of music.
Eventually, I tried to sing along and I liked it. I practiced, promising myself that I would not stop until I was good as the professional singers I was emulating. I listened closely to each musical piece, religiously scrutinizing its distinct and precise features. However, my desire to sing perfectly eventually made it impossible for me to sing in public. As much as I loved singing, I knew that I had to find a way to give a performance, do my best, and live with the results.
Consequently, I realized that I could not give up my passion. I worked on performing publicly, and improved day by day. Whenever provided the chance to sing in front of my family or friends, I readily did. This improved my otherwise hesitant character and pushed me to heights that I had never imagined. When I got an opportunity to sing at a local event, I grasped it.
And here I am, about to give my first ever musical performance. Another round of applause indicates the end of the previous act and the beginning of mine. I step into the spotlight and pause. I remember the hours of practice and brace myself as I prepare to start the song. The familiar squeal of the microphone alerts the audience. The speakerphone vibrates simultaneously as I articulate the first words of my song.
The words come and I sing as if I were alone in my bedroom with the cassette player. I even forget that I am on stage and am occupied completely with the music. When the curtain falls, I know that I can sing on stage without worrying that the performance will not be good enough.
I realize that doing something you love requires just doing it, even if it is less than perfect, at first and being unafraid to take the stage and make a mistake. Every time I sing, it is my best even if it is less than the perfection I am striving for.
Thanks for the future feedback :)
The distant roar of applause signals the approach of my turn to perform. The backstage is occupied with apprehensive faces, hastily moving around. The air has a stimulating feel to it, and the ambiance is of anticipation. I take a deep breath and loosen up my muscles. My first musical performance is about to begin. In the seconds before it does, I reflect on how I became a singer.
Music has always fascinated me. When I was eight, my father bought a cassette player and I was eager to get my hands on the peculiar device. The music it played enchanted me and I became an avid collector of music tapes. From that day on I would listen to any kind of music.
Eventually, I tried to sing along and I liked it. I practiced, promising myself that I would not stop until I was good as the professional singers I was emulating. I listened closely to each musical piece, religiously scrutinizing its distinct and precise features. However, my desire to sing perfectly eventually made it impossible for me to sing in public. As much as I loved singing, I knew that I had to find a way to give a performance, do my best, and live with the results.
Consequently, I realized that I could not give up my passion. I worked on performing publicly, and improved day by day. Whenever provided the chance to sing in front of my family or friends, I readily did. This improved my otherwise hesitant character and pushed me to heights that I had never imagined. When I got an opportunity to sing at a local event, I grasped it.
And here I am, about to give my first ever musical performance. Another round of applause indicates the end of the previous act and the beginning of mine. I step into the spotlight and pause. I remember the hours of practice and brace myself as I prepare to start the song. The familiar squeal of the microphone alerts the audience. The speakerphone vibrates simultaneously as I articulate the first words of my song.
The words come and I sing as if I were alone in my bedroom with the cassette player. I even forget that I am on stage and am occupied completely with the music. When the curtain falls, I know that I can sing on stage without worrying that the performance will not be good enough.
I realize that doing something you love requires just doing it, even if it is less than perfect, at first and being unafraid to take the stage and make a mistake. Every time I sing, it is my best even if it is less than the perfection I am striving for.
Thanks for the future feedback :)
