People staring into your life. They wait for the next big moment. Anticipating. They may cry with you. Laugh with you. Share memories with you. They are the people close to you or some distant stranger. But the audience of your life are the people in it. The ones impacting your everyday.
the people who acknowledge a performance. The ones who will make you or break you. The ones who will make you go home happy or sad or disappointed at the end of a performance or show or the people who will be your biggest fans or the people who will be your biggest enemies. The people who only see you act but never really get to know you internally.
She dearly loved an audience, looked around after performing as if to see what the reaction was, making sure she’d been noticed and properly praised. What was funny about her though, was an uncertainty, even a shyness right behind or underneath the joy of performing, the need for attention that is an audience. She’s a leo with pisces rising, and though I’m not an astrology buff, I do find the corrolations interesting. As an art teacher of mine once said, “If the moon pulls on the ocean, making tides, who’s to say it doesn’t pull on all of us?”
Blair Anderson looked into the audience at Nationals and knew that singing this song was her last chance before the cancer took her young life. She began the first notes of I Will Remember You.
audiences are the most important part of any stage performance or any spectator sport. being in the audience when it is jam packed is more fun than when its sparsely filled. people in audiences can be rude jerks sometimes.
the gathering of nimbits at a theatre. They casually made their way to the assigned seats in hopes of being distracted for but a few moments of their day. They failed. The end.
I peeked behind the curtain. Hundreds of eyes were looking up at the stage. I gave a huge gulp when someone put their hand on my shoulder.
“You ready?” My teacher, Mrs. Miller, was looking down at me. “Well, I might as well be…” I said quietly. I jogged
audience. all the people that are their to judge you, weather they like you or not they just came to watch you and judge. every move, every sound, every action that you do. judge judge judge. i hate it. i hate trying to impress people all the time. its just not fair. its a past time for people and i do it too and it just hate it. judge.
the audience sat, stunned at the spectacle before them. They were shocked, to say the least, at the blood stained boards that covered the stage, and the corpses that lay lifeless, daggers in their throats, but, really, more than anything, they were shocked at themselves for sitting and watching. they’d seen the murderer leap onto the stage with a flourish, and were half assuming he was part of the play, despite the confused faces of the actors. which meant they didn’t intervene as he extruded dagger after dagger form his sleeve and stabbed each character mercilessly, allowing their blood to run freely across the stage.
I’ve never had an audience for my beliefs. I just went with the flow, demonstrated my thoughts on Facebook. Now that I have an audience, I’ve been criticized for posting too much of my beliefs. Perhaps it’s time to turn nomadic once again.
There is a crowd of people as she walked up on stage to receive her diploma. She looked out and saw her family there watching her movements. the proud moment of her life of getting a diploma excited her.
The audience cleanses your mind of all other thoughts. It can bring forth the greatest fear or the most wondrous excitement. It is as life, if you play, it is your greatest ally, or your worst enemy.
audience are the people who listen to lecture, talk, etc.
they have a good ear to everything.
audience means a group of people
audience are really supportive
audience are a group of people who listen or watch anything.
If I stand in front of an audience, I better have a big fucking nose and silly pants. Or else Is my face gonna be red or what?! Of course, worser things have happened in our time, I guess. Like volcanos, or other things.
When you truly love to do something, you don’t need an audience. You don’t need people telling you how good you are at it. You don’t need fuel from the masses. You just want to do it.
miserable didnt clap or did they…am i deaf….they smiled on exit but their heads were hung low as if in mourning….were they actually smiling…i couldn’t see their teeth….they had been baying for blood the previous night…but i’d liked that at least it was a reaction but tonight they were hushed seemingly in sorrow…how could one performance have to such different responses? Had I played it wrong?
Audience is a group a people. Normally a lot of people. They listen and watch performances put on by others. Some audiences are rude. They throw tomatoes at crappy performances. The best audiences ask for an encore after the performance. That’s when you know you’ve done well. Hopefully, next time I preform I get a good audience.
someone watching me as i perform, a group of people waiting for me to finish and clap for me, people who are ready to cheer me on, a group of stuffed animals sitting on the bed as i pour out my hear and sorrows and troubles, it starts with 2 vowels and is an audibly pleasing word to hear spoken
the girl stared out at the audience that would be listening to her that night, they would be the ones to criticize her work and the ones who would tweet and facebook about her work. She was nervous because this was her first world wide audience and nothing would be the same.
As the magician waved his hands over the hat and said some magic words, the audience sat in utter silence. A few feet away, Mary smiles a little as she tried her best to at least look interested. She’d seen this trick far too many times to care what was going on, beyond waiting for her next cue to “look pretty” or whatever they called it. A pungent smell of vomit and cologne drifted through the air from the pulpit as a literal horde of drunken middle-age men stared at her, like lions sizing up a meaty feast…
Constantly I live my life like an audience is watching.
I’m scared of preforming my best.
but lately i haven’t cared at all what they think.
my life is my own
I live it for me
not some silent people who have no general significance and find joy in my pain
my life is my own,
not the audiences’.
The world, entirely still, in the sounds of three thousand people. The lights, the camera, the glowing faded dreams: they are all so beautifully close, so perfectly real. Oh, the world is mine now. As I walk close towards infinity, the music caressing my delicate skin, rewriting all the broken histories. Oh, this audience. How I wish I was you. But I can never be: I am better than you.
The audience roared in sweat and song and swayed to the most beautiful tune the gods could have given men. In cathartic bliss, they were one and the same and it was pure magic.
THis world. it’s done so much for what the audience can see. theynt do anything r themselves anymore. its all for who sees it and ho is paying attention. it’s so pathetic. i cant beleive we live in a world where it’s like this. there is so much potential in the population but no one lives up to theirs fully becuase thye fear they will fail or won’t recieve full credit for their actions. its not about that. its about living your life and if the curtain is closed, so be it. stop worrying about knowing your lines and just act, the adueince doesn’t know your play, so they won’t care when you flub a little.
And while the audience laughed and cheered, we remained onstage, breathless and excited, until the applause faded. The lights went out. The people got up, picked up their coats, left the theatre in a noise of impressions of the experience. Then, they all went home.
The two of us remained on the darkened stage, still panting, still dripping beads of sweat from our forheads.
If you are deaf there is no such as audience I believe. Just people. I recently read a blog on a girl living a partially deaf life. All her struggles and all her huge achievements. Achievements that may seem silly to you and me but are huge steps for her. So you never know who your audience is.
The audience was silent, staring at me. I began to sweat, to doubt myself. I felt as if I had just grown two extra heads and a third eye and turned orange at at once. The microphone felt heavy in my hand.
The audience is who the performance is for. The audience changes everything, one can not truly be himself if there is an audience around. True friends become real friends when they are no longer an audience and rather companions. I hate audiences
On stage, singing in perfect harmony. They look out with exaggerated smiles on their faces: they know every small error, but we just clap in blissful ignorance.
The audience isn’t a limited group. We’re all the audience, whether we’re the creators or contributors or critics or observers. We’re the audience because we see what’s happening, we judge something, we remember it and record it in our minds. We are the audience because we see.
The audience was glaring at me. I was alone, on stage, frozen. Tears formed in my eyes. What did they expect me to do? Did they expect me to sing? I was alone! I couldn’t sing alone! Their eyes pierced my skin, and I bled. The hardwood floors of the stage were stained red, and I still couldn’t sing for them. They glared, glinting like knives. No, they were knives, and the auditorium? She was my assassin.
This somewhat instills fear into my soul. I’ve never been one to be comfortable with performing, but I do like going to concerts and being a part of the audience. It makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger with new people. However, having an audience isn’t usually positive experience for people.
The audience roared with every breath and chord, sweating their sorrows out in unison to the best melody the gods could have given the Earth. It was magic.
an audience is something I’m very familiar with, as I love to perform in plays. the audience is probably the best part of the whole show, cause there’s nothing better than standing ok stage, knowing you just gave your all I’m a performance, and hearing the crowd cheering for you. I’ve never had the full experience, as Ive never been a lead, but I still love it.
He didn’t expect they’d have an audience. That wasn’t part of the deal, so when he walked into his date’s room and found them all staring at him, he immediately took his hand out of Charlie’s back pocket and grinned nervously.
People staring into your life. They wait for the next big moment. Anticipating. They may cry with you. Laugh with you. Share memories with you. They are the people close to you or some distant stranger. But the audience of your life are the people in it. The ones impacting your everyday.
The audience are a group of people which view a similar act together. They are also who applause and rate
the people who acknowledge a performance. The ones who will make you or break you. The ones who will make you go home happy or sad or disappointed at the end of a performance or show or the people who will be your biggest fans or the people who will be your biggest enemies. The people who only see you act but never really get to know you internally.
She dearly loved an audience, looked around after performing as if to see what the reaction was, making sure she’d been noticed and properly praised. What was funny about her though, was an uncertainty, even a shyness right behind or underneath the joy of performing, the need for attention that is an audience. She’s a leo with pisces rising, and though I’m not an astrology buff, I do find the corrolations interesting. As an art teacher of mine once said, “If the moon pulls on the ocean, making tides, who’s to say it doesn’t pull on all of us?”
Blair Anderson looked into the audience at Nationals and knew that singing this song was her last chance before the cancer took her young life. She began the first notes of I Will Remember You.
audiences are the most important part of any stage performance or any spectator sport. being in the audience when it is jam packed is more fun than when its sparsely filled. people in audiences can be rude jerks sometimes.
the gathering of nimbits at a theatre. They casually made their way to the assigned seats in hopes of being distracted for but a few moments of their day. They failed. The end.
crowd
noice
fans
critics
support
gathering people to witness an event
I peeked behind the curtain. Hundreds of eyes were looking up at the stage. I gave a huge gulp when someone put their hand on my shoulder.
“You ready?” My teacher, Mrs. Miller, was looking down at me. “Well, I might as well be…” I said quietly. I jogged
audience. all the people that are their to judge you, weather they like you or not they just came to watch you and judge. every move, every sound, every action that you do. judge judge judge. i hate it. i hate trying to impress people all the time. its just not fair. its a past time for people and i do it too and it just hate it. judge.
the audience sat, stunned at the spectacle before them. They were shocked, to say the least, at the blood stained boards that covered the stage, and the corpses that lay lifeless, daggers in their throats, but, really, more than anything, they were shocked at themselves for sitting and watching. they’d seen the murderer leap onto the stage with a flourish, and were half assuming he was part of the play, despite the confused faces of the actors. which meant they didn’t intervene as he extruded dagger after dagger form his sleeve and stabbed each character mercilessly, allowing their blood to run freely across the stage.
I’ve never had an audience for my beliefs. I just went with the flow, demonstrated my thoughts on Facebook. Now that I have an audience, I’ve been criticized for posting too much of my beliefs. Perhaps it’s time to turn nomadic once again.
There is a crowd of people as she walked up on stage to receive her diploma. She looked out and saw her family there watching her movements. the proud moment of her life of getting a diploma excited her.
The audience cleanses your mind of all other thoughts. It can bring forth the greatest fear or the most wondrous excitement. It is as life, if you play, it is your greatest ally, or your worst enemy.
audience are the people who listen to lecture, talk, etc.
they have a good ear to everything.
audience means a group of people
audience are really supportive
audience are a group of people who listen or watch anything.
If I stand in front of an audience, I better have a big fucking nose and silly pants. Or else Is my face gonna be red or what?! Of course, worser things have happened in our time, I guess. Like volcanos, or other things.
When you truly love to do something, you don’t need an audience. You don’t need people telling you how good you are at it. You don’t need fuel from the masses. You just want to do it.
miserable didnt clap or did they…am i deaf….they smiled on exit but their heads were hung low as if in mourning….were they actually smiling…i couldn’t see their teeth….they had been baying for blood the previous night…but i’d liked that at least it was a reaction but tonight they were hushed seemingly in sorrow…how could one performance have to such different responses? Had I played it wrong?
Audience is a group a people. Normally a lot of people. They listen and watch performances put on by others. Some audiences are rude. They throw tomatoes at crappy performances. The best audiences ask for an encore after the performance. That’s when you know you’ve done well. Hopefully, next time I preform I get a good audience.
someone watching me as i perform, a group of people waiting for me to finish and clap for me, people who are ready to cheer me on, a group of stuffed animals sitting on the bed as i pour out my hear and sorrows and troubles, it starts with 2 vowels and is an audibly pleasing word to hear spoken
The people standing around wondering what the heck is going on, and why they can’t do it themselves.
i’ll dance naked in front of an audience. sway to the music of the world. stark naked, because the whole world can see me
the girl stared out at the audience that would be listening to her that night, they would be the ones to criticize her work and the ones who would tweet and facebook about her work. She was nervous because this was her first world wide audience and nothing would be the same.
As the magician waved his hands over the hat and said some magic words, the audience sat in utter silence. A few feet away, Mary smiles a little as she tried her best to at least look interested. She’d seen this trick far too many times to care what was going on, beyond waiting for her next cue to “look pretty” or whatever they called it. A pungent smell of vomit and cologne drifted through the air from the pulpit as a literal horde of drunken middle-age men stared at her, like lions sizing up a meaty feast…
Constantly I live my life like an audience is watching.
I’m scared of preforming my best.
but lately i haven’t cared at all what they think.
my life is my own
I live it for me
not some silent people who have no general significance and find joy in my pain
my life is my own,
not the audiences’.
The world, entirely still, in the sounds of three thousand people. The lights, the camera, the glowing faded dreams: they are all so beautifully close, so perfectly real. Oh, the world is mine now. As I walk close towards infinity, the music caressing my delicate skin, rewriting all the broken histories. Oh, this audience. How I wish I was you. But I can never be: I am better than you.
The audience roared in sweat and song and swayed to the most beautiful tune the gods could have given men. In cathartic bliss, they were one and the same and it was pure magic.
THis world. it’s done so much for what the audience can see. theynt do anything r themselves anymore. its all for who sees it and ho is paying attention. it’s so pathetic. i cant beleive we live in a world where it’s like this. there is so much potential in the population but no one lives up to theirs fully becuase thye fear they will fail or won’t recieve full credit for their actions. its not about that. its about living your life and if the curtain is closed, so be it. stop worrying about knowing your lines and just act, the adueince doesn’t know your play, so they won’t care when you flub a little.
And while the audience laughed and cheered, we remained onstage, breathless and excited, until the applause faded. The lights went out. The people got up, picked up their coats, left the theatre in a noise of impressions of the experience. Then, they all went home.
The two of us remained on the darkened stage, still panting, still dripping beads of sweat from our forheads.
If you are deaf there is no such as audience I believe. Just people. I recently read a blog on a girl living a partially deaf life. All her struggles and all her huge achievements. Achievements that may seem silly to you and me but are huge steps for her. So you never know who your audience is.
The audience was silent, staring at me. I began to sweat, to doubt myself. I felt as if I had just grown two extra heads and a third eye and turned orange at at once. The microphone felt heavy in my hand.
The audience is who the performance is for. The audience changes everything, one can not truly be himself if there is an audience around. True friends become real friends when they are no longer an audience and rather companions. I hate audiences
I like the audience to have fun, to feel free around me, to connect with me.
On stage, singing in perfect harmony. They look out with exaggerated smiles on their faces: they know every small error, but we just clap in blissful ignorance.
The audience isn’t a limited group. We’re all the audience, whether we’re the creators or contributors or critics or observers. We’re the audience because we see what’s happening, we judge something, we remember it and record it in our minds. We are the audience because we see.
The audience was glaring at me. I was alone, on stage, frozen. Tears formed in my eyes. What did they expect me to do? Did they expect me to sing? I was alone! I couldn’t sing alone! Their eyes pierced my skin, and I bled. The hardwood floors of the stage were stained red, and I still couldn’t sing for them. They glared, glinting like knives. No, they were knives, and the auditorium? She was my assassin.
This somewhat instills fear into my soul. I’ve never been one to be comfortable with performing, but I do like going to concerts and being a part of the audience. It makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger with new people. However, having an audience isn’t usually positive experience for people.
The audience roared with every breath and chord, sweating their sorrows out in unison to the best melody the gods could have given the Earth. It was magic.
an audience is something I’m very familiar with, as I love to perform in plays. the audience is probably the best part of the whole show, cause there’s nothing better than standing ok stage, knowing you just gave your all I’m a performance, and hearing the crowd cheering for you. I’ve never had the full experience, as Ive never been a lead, but I still love it.
He didn’t expect they’d have an audience. That wasn’t part of the deal, so when he walked into his date’s room and found them all staring at him, he immediately took his hand out of Charlie’s back pocket and grinned nervously.
“Uh. It’s– they’re.”
“You don’t like dolls, Morgan?”
“Not in the bedroom, no.”