Personal Narrative-Destroy All-State Singing

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“Ready?” asks the thin man in the black hoodie as he peers into the audition room (an average high school classroom) to which I nod. The door closes behind me and the boom box starts playing the piano accompaniment begins on measure beat 3 measure 16, I internalize the beat of the music and try to ignore the fact that my hands are trembling more than a Chihuahua in the winter. The music crescendos and my entrance is a measure away, I take a deep breath and begin to start singing my part, and it is almost a reflex by now after practicing this music thousands of times. After that same process was repeated two more times for 2 different songs from composers to Bach, Brahms and Standford. Afterwards, I go back to the crowded cafeteria filled with …show more content…
Ever since I quit band and joined choir my freshman year, I have fallen in love with singing, it gives me a feeling of security and home. When I found out I had a knack for it, I hit the ground running with my amazing directors who have an endless amount of faith in me and my …show more content…
In the district round for the all state process I was top 10 for bass 1 and it was an unbelievable feeling, I was in total disbelief. That meant I had to get ready for the region and pre area audition in November. As the audition came closer and closer, I worked relentlessly towards my goal; practicing every single day morning and afternoon until 6pm and still have to make the trip to the bridge downtown and commute to my house in Mexico. On the day of the audition, I was completely stars struck by the fact that I had advanced to region and only an hour away from auditioning for pre-area. I felt like Luke Skywalker the time he flew the X-Wing out of the Death Star and successfully destroyed it, it was unbelievable. I finished singing the hardest songs in the music list and was about to go into the sight reading room, 8 measures, no big deal, right? Right? I was freaking out, I didn’t think I would make it this far, I had practiced sight-reading but I wasn’t too secure on it, I had only been in choir for a year by that time so I wasn’t feeling too hot about it. I totally blew the audition, I got all the rhythms right but only one pitch. Still I didn’t feel defeated, it was a humbling experience and eye-opening to say the least. In the cafeteria of the high school they begin announcing the results and I start sobbing when I hear that I got