Lols, I never like anything I write (super self concious), this one in particular though, since Tribby is still a touchy subject to me (happened less than a year ago).<br><br>Anyways, off to critique I go!~ Though I'm going to try and sleep afterwards, so thanks in advance, and nighty night c: I love youuu
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Thanks so much Zynny!! Lol, yes, we've talked about this before, but yeah... Still kinda a touchy subject d:<br><br>Again, thank you c:<br><br>*Pauses to read what you said* Night again! Stalk you tomorrow ;D
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The one in my post were lyrics from a song 'Blood to Bleed' by Rise Against. Had to stick with the music subject somehow. =p Plus that song's meant a lot to me over the course of the years, mostly applying to how I feel about the man in my post. It was from my perspective, as it happened to me. xD;
The one in my post were lyrics from a song 'Blood to Bleed' by Rise Against. Had to stick with the music subject somehow. =p Plus that song's meant a lot to me over the course of the years, mostly applying to how I feel about the man in my post. It was from my perspective, as it happened to me. xD;
<span style="font-size:95">{{{This is a true story about my life and love of music. I tried to something unique with the story, and I would love feedback! I apologize for the length; I didn’t think it would be so long!}}}<br><br>My heart is pounding. 15 minutes until show time. My mouth feels dry. I try and try to go over the words in my head, but they won't come to me. 10 minutes 'til show time. Quickly I grab my music and look it over, hearing others sing in the background. A wave of relief comes over me as I remember the words. 5 minutes. I listen to the person before me sing. I go over the words again and again, take some deep breaths, and slowly walk out on stage. The microphone is there, waiting for me. The big piano is there, and the pianist is ready. There are people, hundreds of them, looking at me. Slowly I bow. I nod to the pianist. The first chord is played and I take a big breath from my diaphragm, and then open my mouth. And the rest just falls into place. I am lost in the music, with no worries and no regrets. <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>I have two best friends, who are really more like sisters, who I love. One is fashionable and naturally beautiful. She's probably one of the nicest people I know. She puts herself last and doesn't care what others think of her. She doesn't care about being "cool" or following the crowd, yet somehow people love her and are drawn to her. The other also has talent. She's athletic, stronger than a lot of guys. She's seems unafraid. "You want to throw me in the air so I can do a flip and hopefully you'll catch me? Go for it. Want to accidently hit me in the face with a ball and leave a bruise? I'll get right back in the game and beat you." I admire my best friends, and sometimes can't help feeling some jealousy towards them. You see, I'm one of the most un-athletic people in the world. I'm not considered cool or popular by most. I'm nice, but I make mistakes. <br><br>There is one thing, however, that makes me special. There is one thing that my friends don't have. I’ve got a God-given beautiful voice and a powerful love of music. My parents are good singers, so I suppose I can give some of the credit for my “talent” to them. Since I was a little girl, I grew up surrounded by music. Singing in church, going to musicals, lullabies at night when I was a toddler. I can remember dressing up in a costume at age 5, standing on a stool, imitating a family friend with a gorgeous voice and a degree in vocal performance. And I can’t forget doing a duet with my friend at our preschool graduation. Then there was 4th and 5th grade chorus, which I hated. Still, I made it into all county, and for 2 years straight got a lead in the school play. That, plus church Christmas musicals, truly started my love of music. <br><br>Still, I lacked confidence. I was told I had a wonderful voice, but I didn’t fully believe it. Of course, there were some auditions that went poorly and hurt my confidence. Once again, over the next few years I joined chorus, but skipped show choir auditions. I had let my worries hold me back. Would I be good enough? Would I enjoy it? I didn’t know, so why bother trying? <br><br>Then, this past year I auditioned for show choir, made it, and loved it. I still do! And that family friend who I admired so much? She’s currently my voice teacher. As much as I love singing, every minute of it, I don’t plan on pursuing a career in music, or being on Broadway or American Idol. I am content with sitting at the computer, singing. Taking a shower, singing, watching TV, singing, lying on the couch, singing, eating, and singing between bites, cooking or doing chores, singing. That’s what I do; it’s what I always will do. Getting paid for singing would be incredible, and maybe I will someday. But that’s not why I sing. I sing because it makes others happy, it makes my family and friends proud, and most of all, I love doing it. <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>The piano gets louder, more powerful, and so does my voice. As the song goes on I get more confident. I’m shaking and still nervous, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I finish out strong with a long, pure high note. Then I bow, and hear the clapping and cheering. That one moment is what makes it all worth it. The endless rehearsals, practicing, and the worry that comes before the recital. When your adrenalin is pumping, and you’re singing your heart out, you forget about everything else.</span>
To everyone. I'm sorry my feedback on each of your entries have been so short. I want you to know that I do take time to read each and every one of your stories carefully and I really do enjoy them. I know what you're thinking, "where's the negative feedback??" - right?? Well, to be honest, there isn't much that I can say about any of your guy's entries that is negative. With everything that's happened, and all this stress, I simply don't have the heart to do anything but post the first thing that comes to my mind when giving my thoughts about your submissions. Everything I say to each of you is <span style="font-weight:bold">GENUINE</span>, and it's what I really feel when it comes to your stories. I'm having so much fun and I'm so glad I can take a few moments out of my day everyday to read through all of this. It's really turning out to be quite a stress <span style="font-style:italic">reliever</span>. <span style="font-style:italic"><span style="font-weight:bold">Thank you</span></span>.<br><br>LOVE,<br> --<span style="text-decoration:underline">Zynny, Zing, Zoing, Zyndalee </span>: )<br><br><span style="color:#FF0000"><br>P.S. FOX is participating after all, you want some negative feedback? He'll be happy to judge you. xD</span>
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