The audience, stationed below the stage, watched the play intensely. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet was playing out in front of them and as they watched the actors, they were amazing at the feeling and emotion of the piece. It was an amazing production.
Half the world is watching while the other half do things, happen to things, laugh and cry. Being the audience is always comfortable but it can be boring. What are you?
loud, clapping noises across the concert hall fill the room and one person stands up and shouts encore!! However cliche it may be it happened. And when it happens, it happens perfefctly.
I don’t do this for an audience, I do this to bring glory to God. I don’t want my name to be known through out the earth, I want HIS to be known through out the earth. I don’t people to worship me and what I do, I want people to worship HIM and what HE does!
didn’t I just do this word yesterday? last night? it’s all blending together. no time for capital letters. no time for details. is this C+ work? audience…my professors? my lover? me? is everyone else an illusion, or am i just very very sleepy? am i really asking my dumb, deaf audience for these answers?
Standing before this humble gathering, not much of an audience really, she wondered how much longer could she believe in this seemingly impossible dream?
my audience is small but loyal. as i type, i know they hang on my every word. They laugh with me, cry with me and share pain and joy. I know they are unique, in that they are mine alone, but i will share with anyone who needs a boost of confidence.
I try to ignore them most of the time– The people I’m writing to… writing for… but very often the only person I am writing for is myself. I’m my own audience and am very rarely amused.
The laughter filled the halls. And the blood poured down the walls. No one would ever know who had done this. But she had put on one hell of a show. The knife slipped up her sleeve. The dress plunged low and revealing her tempting body. Lace held her in its soft hands, lace that now held an odd frightening hue of red.
To look out into the world and find who you are trying to relate to
is no easy task for the writer. We seek acceptance, but only from
that select few. Only those who we know will understand. I will tell you,
it’s meant for everyone, but I’m lying. It’s meant for only those who we seek to
share commanilty with.
I’ve always wanted to have someone watching. Someone to stare, really look, take me in with their eyes, and enjoy it. I want to be able to hear the whispering, I want to be able to feel them shake, I want to see them shiver. I want my audience. I want him.
People must be looking. There is silence save a cough and a rustle. Blinded by the spotlight in the darkness – I don’t see them, they see me. What will the reception be? Awkward sp
People are watching me- I twirl and bow, and yet, I am invisible. The people down there, watching, I don not know. All I know is that I care what they think. I want to impress. I want to be different The audience can be cruel, but sometimes what the audience thinks is differeit thinks. I like to live before an audience, but it can be so restricting. Who is watching me? Who cares? The people I want to watch me and be enthralled may not even see me, perhaps he is not even a part of the audience.
people pulsing the full sense of connecting with perform and form
up there on the stage
so similar to out there in the audience
because it’s all a story
an experience.
it’s all important.
and in a way, real.
i like both sides.
The audience clapped happily and joyfully for the man playing the pianoforte. They made echoes of satisfaction and couldnt help but stare in awe. They were jealous. They wished they were the ones up there, as well. But unfortunately, they were just part of the untalented masses.
Is some one who watches how you preform something, If you were to put on a show then they are the people that watch you. And if your good then they aplaud you at the end.
and audience is who we strive to please. we are not always ourselves in front of an audience. an audience of loved ones are the toughest critics. audiences provide an escape
The crowd of people who watch your performance with judgemental eyes. Alone it can be an individual, together they are a beast working in unison. One acts, the others follow. If they boo, you’re terrible. A standing ovation and you’re golden. There’s no error here.
watching the entertainer with high emotions wanting something extraordinary to happen. they will aplaude or boo… depending on whether they like it or not. the audience is your crowd and you need to please them if you want to go far in what you’re showing.
watching me, watching them her she
perform, dictate or fillabuster, they remain
standing in place, cheering, jeering and peering
over the heads before them.
The audience waited for the show to begin, eyes shiny from expectations and transfixed on the gently glowing stage, feeling the hum of anticipation in the air.
an audience of none is what i had today, onlookers saw with nothing but a blank stare.
this is what the lonesome reality is in a day to day world.
i grant my audience to you but expect no applause. but a pause.
The audience, stationed below the stage, watched the play intensely. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet was playing out in front of them and as they watched the actors, they were amazing at the feeling and emotion of the piece. It was an amazing production.
By Enoraa on 03.28.2011
Half the world is watching while the other half do things, happen to things, laugh and cry. Being the audience is always comfortable but it can be boring. What are you?
By soulstealer9 URL on 03.28.2011
a loud, vivacious audience in a concert hall, clapping and screaming for an encore…fiery, sensations in a crowwd
By Rose on 03.28.2011
loud, clapping noises across the concert hall fill the room and one person stands up and shouts encore!! However cliche it may be it happened. And when it happens, it happens perfefctly.
By Rose on 03.28.2011
I don’t do this for an audience, I do this to bring glory to God. I don’t want my name to be known through out the earth, I want HIS to be known through out the earth. I don’t people to worship me and what I do, I want people to worship HIM and what HE does!
By laughalot on 03.28.2011
didn’t I just do this word yesterday? last night? it’s all blending together. no time for capital letters. no time for details. is this C+ work? audience…my professors? my lover? me? is everyone else an illusion, or am i just very very sleepy? am i really asking my dumb, deaf audience for these answers?
By Used on 03.28.2011
it makes you scared. it brings out the worst and best in you. it can determine your future whether you’ll event make it to your next speech – or not.
By Nina on 03.28.2011
didn’t i just write in for this word? how do you even get to write about other words? where do i even have to sign up? haha, time to read on.
By Nina on 03.28.2011
Standing before this humble gathering, not much of an audience really, she wondered how much longer could she believe in this seemingly impossible dream?
By djk on 03.28.2011
Out here, in there. Watching, basking. A group only looking for the good and stampeding upon the not-so-good.
By Sean Preez on 03.28.2011
my audience is small but loyal. as i type, i know they hang on my every word. They laugh with me, cry with me and share pain and joy. I know they are unique, in that they are mine alone, but i will share with anyone who needs a boost of confidence.
By darren on 03.28.2011
I try to ignore them most of the time– The people I’m writing to… writing for… but very often the only person I am writing for is myself. I’m my own audience and am very rarely amused.
By hayward on 03.28.2011
To be in audience of someone is a form of respect and might even be admiration for whatever talent or knowledge or stupidity they might have to offer.
By Ben on 03.28.2011
The laughter filled the halls. And the blood poured down the walls. No one would ever know who had done this. But she had put on one hell of a show. The knife slipped up her sleeve. The dress plunged low and revealing her tempting body. Lace held her in its soft hands, lace that now held an odd frightening hue of red.
By Christina Durden URL on 03.28.2011
Looking out there from in here I see; audible addiction. Hundreds of eyes looking forward, none looking back.
By Sean Proud URL on 03.28.2011
To look out into the world and find who you are trying to relate to
is no easy task for the writer. We seek acceptance, but only from
that select few. Only those who we know will understand. I will tell you,
it’s meant for everyone, but I’m lying. It’s meant for only those who we seek to
share commanilty with.
By bethany on 03.28.2011
I’ve always wanted to have someone watching. Someone to stare, really look, take me in with their eyes, and enjoy it. I want to be able to hear the whispering, I want to be able to feel them shake, I want to see them shiver. I want my audience. I want him.
By Champagne URL on 03.28.2011
People must be looking. There is silence save a cough and a rustle. Blinded by the spotlight in the darkness – I don’t see them, they see me. What will the reception be? Awkward sp
By Emily on 03.28.2011
People are watching me- I twirl and bow, and yet, I am invisible. The people down there, watching, I don not know. All I know is that I care what they think. I want to impress. I want to be different The audience can be cruel, but sometimes what the audience thinks is differeit thinks. I like to live before an audience, but it can be so restricting. Who is watching me? Who cares? The people I want to watch me and be enthralled may not even see me, perhaps he is not even a part of the audience.
By Nadia on 03.28.2011
people pulsing the full sense of connecting with perform and form
up there on the stage
so similar to out there in the audience
because it’s all a story
an experience.
it’s all important.
and in a way, real.
i like both sides.
By marcy gregoire URL on 03.28.2011
The audience clapped happily and joyfully for the man playing the pianoforte. They made echoes of satisfaction and couldnt help but stare in awe. They were jealous. They wished they were the ones up there, as well. But unfortunately, they were just part of the untalented masses.
By B on 03.28.2011
is listening. in the dark. bored? excited? sitting. many people, probably. cinema, theatre, lecture. popcorn, break, icecream.
By Hank on 03.28.2011
Is some one who watches how you preform something, If you were to put on a show then they are the people that watch you. And if your good then they aplaud you at the end.
By Jewelz on 03.28.2011
there are audiences at a concert or a gathering
By stavroscastilllo on 03.28.2011
An audience is people that look at you and watch you
By america on 03.28.2011
Audience= people that watch you perform maybe in a play or even in a aditon. well what ever this is stuipid i hate oneword
By Baby Baba on 03.28.2011
I preformed a concert for the school. It was a choir concert. There was a very large audience.
By Jarom URL on 03.28.2011
some one how wach people performe
By littleman on 03.28.2011
something when you go somewhere the people sitting down in the stands………..
By emily URL on 03.28.2011
During a play the actors love to have an audience. But I personally hate an audience if I am the center of attention. I get so nervous.
By emmaliegh URL on 03.28.2011
and audience is who we strive to please. we are not always ourselves in front of an audience. an audience of loved ones are the toughest critics. audiences provide an escape
By Ashling Doyle on 03.28.2011
a audience is someone is watching you sing then clap for u when u done
By Caitlin Cordova on 03.28.2011
They listen!!!!!!!!!:P!!
By stillmoon URL on 03.28.2011
The crowd of people who watch your performance with judgemental eyes. Alone it can be an individual, together they are a beast working in unison. One acts, the others follow. If they boo, you’re terrible. A standing ovation and you’re golden. There’s no error here.
By Regina URL on 03.28.2011
watching the entertainer with high emotions wanting something extraordinary to happen. they will aplaude or boo… depending on whether they like it or not. the audience is your crowd and you need to please them if you want to go far in what you’re showing.
By Allie on 03.28.2011
watching me, watching them her she
perform, dictate or fillabuster, they remain
standing in place, cheering, jeering and peering
over the heads before them.
By Melissa on 03.28.2011
The audience waited for the show to begin, eyes shiny from expectations and transfixed on the gently glowing stage, feeling the hum of anticipation in the air.
By Kiarna Benson on 03.28.2011
an audience of none is what i had today, onlookers saw with nothing but a blank stare.
this is what the lonesome reality is in a day to day world.
i grant my audience to you but expect no applause. but a pause.
By o URL on 03.28.2011
noise, big group, excitement, happiness, fans, applause, joy,
By Christina on 03.28.2011
Their eyes,
Piercing,
With every move I make.
I’m here to entertain,
To please,
But they constantly search,
For my imperfections.
By Rose URL on 03.28.2011