Prompt: Tell us about the most significant challenge you've faced or something important that didn't go according to plan. How did you manage the situation?(*) (200-250 words)
This is my first attempt at this kind of essay. Does it adequately answer the questions of the prompt?
The beat of my restless heart reverberated through my head.
I'm not supposed to be here!
My sweaty hands gleamed from the fluorescent lights as my fingers nervously twitched on the silver flute.
Of all days, why did she become sick today?
The soloist had contracted the flu the night before the performance. Although, as first chair, I was told to prepare for the piece as well, just for good measures, I had only glanced at a few measures of the piece. My stage fright and the pressure was excessively nauseating. What if I make terrible mistakes? What if - the lights dimmed.
Oh no!
Thunderous applause greeted conductor as he majestically marched toward podium and motioned my presence. Reluctantly, I stepped forward and bowed to my doom. My mouth trembled as I slowly held my flute to my lips.
Okay. Take a deep breath and forget about the audience. Just make the right embouchure, and let the music flow.
I began the Meditations. Fortunately, I recalled by heart its mellifluence of the piece when the original soloist had rehearsed with us. I closed my eyes and absorbed the familiar melodies. The euphony of the accompanying harmony soothed me. I forgot my fear...
As I concluded with a smorzando, the audience let out a sigh of contemplative relief. Their heartfelt applause filled me with self-confidence and pride. Despite impromptu preparations, by immersing myself into the dulcet tones, I conquered my fear of the stage.
This is my first attempt at this kind of essay. Does it adequately answer the questions of the prompt?
The beat of my restless heart reverberated through my head.
I'm not supposed to be here!
My sweaty hands gleamed from the fluorescent lights as my fingers nervously twitched on the silver flute.
Of all days, why did she become sick today?
The soloist had contracted the flu the night before the performance. Although, as first chair, I was told to prepare for the piece as well, just for good measures, I had only glanced at a few measures of the piece. My stage fright and the pressure was excessively nauseating. What if I make terrible mistakes? What if - the lights dimmed.
Oh no!
Thunderous applause greeted conductor as he majestically marched toward podium and motioned my presence. Reluctantly, I stepped forward and bowed to my doom. My mouth trembled as I slowly held my flute to my lips.
Okay. Take a deep breath and forget about the audience. Just make the right embouchure, and let the music flow.
I began the Meditations. Fortunately, I recalled by heart its mellifluence of the piece when the original soloist had rehearsed with us. I closed my eyes and absorbed the familiar melodies. The euphony of the accompanying harmony soothed me. I forgot my fear...
As I concluded with a smorzando, the audience let out a sigh of contemplative relief. Their heartfelt applause filled me with self-confidence and pride. Despite impromptu preparations, by immersing myself into the dulcet tones, I conquered my fear of the stage.
