Blue Lake Camp Narrative

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

I live in a small town that goes by the name of Lafayette. The population is 4,500. Everyone knows where everything is, when everything is, and what everything is. As a child, my mother and I would go to a beautiful waterfall on a small back road when the sun was shining, when the trees and rocks were just right, and when it was damp and perfect for four wheeler rides. The Union Camp waterfall is majestic. The scenery makes a person speechless. We would always go when the weather was perfect. The waterfall is one childhood memory I will always remember. The activities my mother and I would do were always a blast. My trips to Union Camp waterfall are memorable because of the scenery, the weather, and the activities.

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

A couple of months later competition season came and I was so nervous to go out there and perform in front of a lot of people. After the first

It was going to be an exciting and thrilling weekend in the Miracle Village. The Miracle village also known as Lake Placid is where the 1980 Winter Olympics were held. Eight times in history the United States have hosted the Olympics. Lake Placid had a deep history in American Sports. My family and I were in Lake Placid to watch Madeline, my sister, play for the girls U18 National Hockey team. They were going to play 3 games against Canada. Every hockey player in America knows that the 1980 Winter Olympics are not just any ordinary Olympics. The men’s USA hockey team won the gold medal. Just like Rudy in the movie Rudy, they were the underdogs. It was the experience of a life time being in the same ice arena where the underdogs won their gold medal. My sister was representing our country.

First off, our performance, I was so scared, but right before we started playing I looked around praying my worries would go away, and I met someone’s eyes feeling reassurance flood over me when I realized this was my home, because

Though a heavy depression weighed down on all of us, we still had to load up the semi. The work was difficult and tedious, but it was necessary. As we began to slowly push the vibraphone up the teetering ramp, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. The others continued up the steep incline once I halted to turn towards whoever had jabbed me. My day had been disastrous. Everyone seemed to be irritated both before and after the performance, barely anyone had actually aided in loading up the instruments into the truck, and we didn’t make it to semi-state. How could anything make that better? I turned to face three smiling girls, all of which were from a different marching band. They held out a pair of glittery sapphire fairy wings.

The other band finished their song. The audience clapped, and hooted, and called out embarrassing pet names for their kids. We walked on stage and sat in our designated seats. The stage lights beating down on us were hot and I needed to squint to see. The audience was a collection of tiny dark specks I was looking out at past Brown’s wide yellow clad torso. Zoe had pulled the music stand in front of us into position, flipping through the pages in the folder and finding the song and the solo page. She handed the latter to me. I grabbed it hard, crinkling the side. And Brown began counting the tempo. Brendan stood and went over to the music stand. I would follow after twenty measures. We lifted our instruments into playing position, and I bit down hard into my mouthpiece. Brown was snapping his fingers softly and began to mouth the tempo. I let my foot fall into the rhythm of the

The blazing hot spotlights flick on. The theatre is silent, allowing me to hear the pounding of my heart. Heat radiating off of the light panels warms my face. I grin from ear to ear and whisper to myself, “I will remember this.” It was the friday night show of the orchesis concert, Mrs. Good had sat us down to tell us a story about a past student. Her student, Margaret, loved performing and lived for the rush of adrenaline when she stepped foot on stage. During her senior show, she whispered to herself, “I will remember this.” Fast forward three years, Margaret was walking through the quad of her college campus, the sun peered out behind the clouds and the angle the the sun hit her face brought back a rush of emotions and memories. We were all told this because she wanted us to never forget the feeling we got when we performed. “If you are rushing through the dance moves or caught up in the moment, pause and breathe, remember why you are on the stage in the first

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

In order to begin I waited until lunch time, possibly the busiest time at Dobbs. I wanted to make sure I had a large group of people to experience my wonderful singing voice. I went with my friend who is outgoing but didn’t mention that I was going to be singing just to document her reaction too. After a while the crowd got really big, I started to get a little bit nervous and began regretting my decision. I mustered up enough courage and decided to just do it.

The piercing ring of alarm went off for the last time, waking everyone up an hour later than usual. Light quickly streamed into the jet-black cabin when our chaperone turned on the small cabin’s only lamp, “Wake up girls! It’s the last day of band camp!” All the freshmen girls groaned and slowly crawled out of bed. Quietly, everyone started getting their stuff together, so they could easily leave after the performance. No one had the energy to talk in the morning because we were all worn out from the work we did the day before. Everyday we did 7 hours of marching, and 3 hours of music practice. Yesterday was the hardest we ever worked because we had to be ready for the performance.

I was brought up in a broken family where education was not a priority. I was shipped around from relative to relative and eventually I ended up in being place a couple of group homes. I was what some might call a problem child. I once went to a wilderness camp, there I learned a lot about surviving of the land and team work. This started my love affair with the great outdoors. I am grateful for the lessons that were taught to me. I learned to hunt, fish, and live off of the land. There are all things that I continue to love in my life now.

As the music began, I started to move; the pounding of my feet blending in with the melodious sounds of the flute, the ghungaroo(bells) around my ankles, the mridangham (drums), and the blood rushing into my own heart. With the music and my first movements, the fear of being on stage washes away and I am focused on my movements and my expressions—using them to tell a story about my culture, my heritage, and me.

The anticipation and nerves didn’t get the best of me this time. I may have been shaking a little, but thankfully no perspiration. Although, when I grabbed that microphone I felt my stomach drop. Then I belted out one of my favorite songs I had learned in church. It was then I realized that performing was my one true passion. Being a little kid, I wanted to be a popstar. The older I got I started to realize that I wanted to perform on Broadway. This little performance changed my childhood dream into a possible reality.