Personal Narrative Analysis

As I unlocked my jaw from my mouth, nothing came out. The director and the instructor stared at me with open jaws. They weren’t able to take me in because I had lost my voice. I was the quiet 14-year-old, who lost the ability to sing falsetto anymore. My only strength was my baritone voice, but the choir, at the time, did not start a boy choir in their choir yet. I auditioned yet again, but the same result happened; however, this time, they had troubadours for me to start my life in choir: The choir that is called the South Bay Children’s Choir (SBCC)

I grew up in Mishawaka, Indiana, surrounded by a large, loving family. My family gathers together each week to attend church and share a meal. I love to sing and grew up singing at my local church. Singing has allowed me many great opportunities to pursue something I love and impact people in new and different ways. Furthermore, singing highlights my ambition and exhibits my attention to detail, problem solving skills and the ability to continue to adapt to learning in new ways. Having never learned to read music or received any formal musical training, I am able to predict the flow of a song I have never heard and create harmony. Relying on the gift of a “good ear,” coupled with determination, I am able to learn a song quickly after hearing it only a few

I never sang too loud so if I messed up, no one would hear it .After every class I would go up to my Choir or band director with about five questions. But it simply was not enough. So my sophomore year I was given vocal lessons that taught me that I can match pitch consistently , and that my range was bigger than I ever thought it could be. I discovered a talent that I loved and I intended to perfect it .I performed in multiple cabarets and had the opportunity to sing with my choir at the Carnegie music hall. I was finally getting the swing of music; but that was not enough due to my obstinacy. I wanted to learn

Coming into my freshman year of high school my voice was underdeveloped and that of an amatuer, still I was determined to mold it into something wonderful. This was the beginning of my high school career, acting as such I planned to put myself out there in order to be noticed by anyone, as well as auditioning for solo opportunities outside of school. These new prospects were running through my mind one day while I sat in biology. Being the naive freshman I was, I surrounded myself with people I had considered to be my “good” friends, good friends despite every sense and feeling in my body telling me otherwise. Between my fantasies of musical stardom and success, my acquaintances had begun a discussion on singing. The

In the moment, my abilities never faltered. I kind of like that about myself. I may worry, but when it comes down to it, I’m pretty persevering. Despite this, I harbored mixed feelings about singing again.

Personally, I was a very timid kid in middle school, but I did enjoy singing when I was alone. Throughout middle school and high school, I have slowly realized how much improvement

I attend a church camp every summer. At this camp there is an All State Worship(ASW) choir that sings every year. I have always dreamed of becoming part of the choir but since I was scared to sing in front of people that would be a problem. You can audition for ASW at age twelve. The audition process is singing in front of about seven judges while being videoed. After you audition you wait to receive an e-mail telling you if you made it into the choir or not. Every year I would tell myself that I was going to try out, and every year I would skip tryouts because of my fear. I continued to want to join the choir, so finally at the age of sixteen I decided to tryout with my best friend.

I am getting excited just thinking about being finished with fieldwork next week. It has been another great week and I still continue to learn something new each and every day. This week brought new challenges for me with seeing more kids on my own, but I know Duane is there to catch me when I fall.

For a long time I hated singing, I worried about how my voice sounded to other people, and if I was being judged. My opinion only changed after a friend roped me into joining choir as a freshman in high school.

praise I received reassured me of two things: that practice truly makes perfect, a life lesson I have learnt as a vocalist, as a

Everything was normal and calm until the storm hit. A storm of anxiety, emotions, stress, and aggravation. It was a flood of overwhelming feelings that I had no clue how to manage. Imagine, one day, not being able to do all the regular things you once did. For a period of time, your life.

“Never quit singing,” this is what a stranger told me at my final high school choir performance. I stood there for a moment and wondered why such a tiny statement had such a grand impact on me. I had performed solos many times, always ending with a roar from the crowd and standing ovations. However, I never truly believed that I was worth cheering for. It was standard edict in our small town to cheer for any performance, regardless of how terrible it was. However, when a stranger took the time to reach out to me and look me straight in the eye, it gave me the feeling that I had genuine talent. This was the moment where I discovered my passion to be a vocal music instructor. To help teenagers discover their talent, believe in themselves, and find where they fit in the world.

      As I lift my head up and open my mouth, my voice escalates with every tune that comes out. The soothing words bounce off of my tongue and release the tension held within. Even if the sounds aren’t perfect or correct, every little bit helps me get through the day. When stressed, nothing helps me more than singing. My passion for singing comes from deep within my soul, mind and heart. When I sing, I sing with all of me, putting everything I can into it. I have always had a great passion for singing, ever since I was young. Although I am shy and still get nervous and shaky in front of others, in my own time, singing is my cigarette, my alcoholic drink, my escape from all the anger and the pain.

Think you can't sing? Believe it or not, this is one of the most common misconceptions we have about ourselves. While it's correct that some people have been blessed with the golden voice, the simple truth is that anyone can learn to sing better than they do now. When it comes down to it, using your voice is just like using any other instrument. For example, have you ever tried playing a violin without any violin lessons beforehand? The resulting screeching sound would probably have you think you're not cut out for playing the violin, but the truth is that you just don't have the necessary skills yet. Singing is just like that – you need to put in the hours in order to get better.

Mastering how to sing is more than just carrying a tune or beat, it is about learning to handle the critics. Music is all based on opinions and is a make or break industry. Going through high school and now in college, I can look back and thank my middle school choir teacher for building my confidence and back bone. It all began at eleven years old when I realized my passion for singing and thus, joined the middle school choir.