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Happier than ever

 I remember. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. Waiting in line for my turn to perform. I never felt so anxious to sing. I remember getting in the car imagining the most interesting performance. I never thought it would take so long. I realized I was one of the last people to perform. All I could do while waiting was sit in silence. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. “37 to 42” my number was called. In my school, we had never been identified by numbers before, so I took a while to realize my number was finally called, but when I did realize, I felt this gush cold air, probably a sign of excitement. I walked along with the other performers, and we waited once again backstage! My palms sweated and I was shaky. My friend came backstage to see me. We chatted for a bit, but suddenly, out of the blue, my stomach gurgled, I rushed to the bathroom. It was the bathroom closest to the stage, I had never really gone there before. I know I wasn’t sick because of my nervousness, I wasn’t nervous enough to be sick. After vomming, I felt better. But I did feel even more nervous cause my performance was really soon!


I finally had to go on stage. I held a microphone, shivering, shaking, and ready. I saw the smiling faces of everyone beneath me and behind me waiting backstage. It was silent for a few seconds when waiting for the music. I could hear the birds squawking, the trees waving at me, I could see the shadows of everyone beneath me, I felt high up on the stage, it felt different. I loved it! The music finally started to play. My hands and knees were so shaky but I tried my best to hold the mic firm.

As I sang I noticed teachers taking videos and pictures of me. I suddenly stopped feeling shaky. I was over the moon! As soon as I finished performing, I was shaking in excitement! I was being thrown with compliments, and was even given hugs! I was happier than ever!

Singing really does so many things. It influences people, it allows you to change and remix it, it’s a creative piece of work that’s very interesting. Some people use it to communicate, some people do it for fun. Singing in front of a crowd naturally turns you into a performer, an entertainer, a singer.

I remember entering the shopping center, the icy cold air immediately greeted me. It was the first time I was taking the role of an entertainer. I was being paid to sing for the first time in a public event. As soon as I entered the shopping center, my palms started sweating, I kept on smiling, and I didn’t even want to eat as I was worried it would affect my voice! I had to wait a while before I could start. I sat on a chair and looked at everyone. I noticed a lady examining the items in one of the stalls. I noticed the lady sitting and talking to someone on the phone. I then saw 2 nice ladies walk to me, they were running a stall in the shopping center. They wished me luck and told me not to worry. I smiled back, still nervous, still excited, still shaky.

After waiting for a bit, I finally had to hold the mic. I was excited and I was extremely nervous. But I was ready, the microphone gave a sense of readiness to me! After I started singing. I felt much less nervous. Just grasping onto something can give you a sense of comfort, confidence, etc. In this case, it was a microphone, but it really can be anything. I sang and I felt excited. Everyone was clapping and enjoying. I really liked it. After the performance, I left happier than ever!



If you had noticed, every time I saw a microphone, my feelings changed. Do you know why? Well, maybe I do. Every time I see a microphone, I get a funny feeling. Could it be the jet-black body where the light bounces off from, the long wire hanging under it, maybe? The metallic whiff it gives off, the many buttons that I dare not to press, or it could possibly be the fact that the microphone is the size of my forearm?

When I see a microphone, I get ready to sing, to perform. That’s probably why I get that queasy feeling. Along with that feeling, I also feel nerve. I can already imagine performing, feeling the smooth body of the mic, feeling the switches and buttons, the metal circles surrounding the body, the little holes planted everywhere. Just holding a microphone is like an adventure.

I always get a great grip when I hold a microphone. Despite that, I have always feared I would drop the mic and a deafening sound will be released. Probably because when I sing Infront of a crowd, I get nervous, my palms start to sweat. Luckily, the microphone always stays in place. I always get this exact feeling every time I perform. Even in some of my favourite performances.

I remember realizing when I practice singing, or when I sing. I like to hold something. Whether it’s a hairbrush, a bottle, or a cucumber. When I hold something, I feel like I’m actually performing. Whatever I grasp replaces the microphone. It’s really interesting, especially since you realize that an object can affect your voice. Just pressing the button to start the music, holding a brush, and singing. Feels so real!

I really enjoy singing. As much as I enjoy writing. I realize that singing and writing are basically the same things! Why? You do both in your own special way. They both have genres, they both influence and affect people, they are creative pieces of work, they’re ways to communicate, and they are similar in many more ways! Yet they’re also different. Despite all the obvious differences, if you really think about it, singing and writing are basically the same. Singing and writing can literally make you feel, happier than ever!

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