I love audiences because they are amazing people they cheer you on as you perform they boo you as you suck, theyre just bomb. thank god i’ve never been booed before but hey everything in life is how its supposed to be. what im trying to say is theyre as honest as you can get . I feel as though life itself is full of audiences not just on stage but ain school at work and you just have to know how to please them .
Walking steadily is going to be an amazing feat. Walking up to the microphone my palms are sweating and my entire body has begun to shake. The guitar strap is digging into my shoulder as I walk, what if my voice cracks? what if nothing comes out? There’s no going back now, the audience is staring me down, daring me to mess up, but that’s why I can’t isn’t it? To work this crowd you have to prove to them that you can stand there and be the fearless person they expect you to be.
The audience looked upon me, their faces contorting with rage. One man even stood up. He had a beer belly and an angry red face. He looked at me, straight in the eyes, as he stumbles forward onto the stage, almost crushing the rest of the crowd. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” he yelled as his spit showered my own bony figure, his yellowing teeth sending wafts of morning breath in my face.
Watching you from behind the lights, the soul and drive of a performance, those who judge. clapping, sensing, polite, believeing, open fully to accepting the preformance.
there was an audience witnessing the event. the man jumped off the cliff, leaving his crying daughter at the top waiting for his return. He smile sadly and whispered goodbye before closing his eyes and hitting the ground.
the people gathered around the stage in hopes of seeing their idol. the people were dressed in memorable outfits and when the stars came out the people yelled and screamed with ectsacy it was perfect two minutes of a standing ovation. loud and excited for the events to come. the present was special and the future was looking like a fairy tale. the end.
an audiance is always needed. You have no purpose if no one is watching you. At the same time this is our greatest problem because we are “always worried what others are thinking about us. This is dukka.”
The audience stood and applauded as I put down the hat with the rabbit in it. “Suckers,” I thought to myself. “If they only knew that the hat is really a portal to an alternate dimension they would be far less impressed!”
Sometimes I think that life is an audience that I can’t control. Audience is something that I can’t control and as much as I wish that I could control my own life, the audience is always changing. Ever been judged? That’s what an audience does. They go through your ups and downs with you. They tell you how to feel and what to do. The audience is your friends.
I went in front of the audience for the first time not knowing how I was going to feel. I sat down and began to play. everyone was so quiet listening intently to the music that came from my instrument. How was my music making them feel. No expressions or movement just silence. It was driving me crazy but, I kept playing.
I live to perform! The audience is around me at all times. The audience is MY passion. The audience is there to give me life. I breathe them in. I breathe them out. They are there. They applaud. I bow.
Look! Here
I am, for your viewing pleasure
available for viewing which
You are here for… Si?
Is it the right to be this handsome
-ly wonderful?
I am.
Si.
Watching people on stage, I never really liked being a part of an audience, it was boring even if i was interested in the performance. I don’t know if that means I’d prefer to be on stage though. But probably.
Bon Jovi concert. The way some people don’t know the video means you have to stand up. “This ain’t television baby”. The way Richie looks with his guitar. The split second where I realize there is meaning, there is purpose. The way everyone in the place is like a family. A party with thousands of the closest friends one can imagine. For a moment, all differences are forgotten, and then we go back to our everyday lives, a bit stronger.
He captured the audience’s fancy with his effortless charisma. A born bombshell. His facial expressions for a characters touched by grief were proverbial. The heartbreak!
they are watching you. they are waiting its your moment. but it really isnt, let go of that stress, its unproductive. the world is the audience, not the people in wich are in it.
An audience is a group of people that watch or experience some form of entertainment. When I first hear audience I think of a stage, entertainment, chairs, people, clapping, standing ovation,
I just did this. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. I need to sign up.
audience
audience.
I like how I’m already done. People probably won’t appreciate me for this.
But I’ve learned not to care what people think.
She made that mistake.
A secondhand lesson.
Audiences.
We often think that we have an audience in life. Constantly trying to perform or put on an act in order to win the affection of our audience. In all actuality, this is simply an incredibly egocentric view. Others in life are not our audience but living their own lives as well. Stop acting, start living.
Pausing in that ritual of tiptoeing along little eddies of river grass, her head snapped up, catching the form of a two-legged creature, armed with bow and arrow made from her cousin’s hide and bone.
They mock you. They eat you up like sandwiches. The lights usually hide them, ironically, you might be too. Is it scary? You don’t know who they are, after all? Like a wall.
A scream and the drop of the curtain. We were done, it was over. We would take our bows and exit with a grace only theater children could have. The audience roared and leaped to its feet, the final cue that it was finished.
the men sitting out there, they don’t know. they cannot fathom the depth of spirit emitted from the actors, from their very souls. They only applaud and act as if critiquing is doing.
They clapped and it was over. The last performance of my high school career. It was moving and tragic. Never again did I feel anything like that night. The moment couldn’t be recreated, all because of them.
This was the first time I felt really appreciated. Someone was watching. And they were watching because I was interesting. At least what I was doing was interesting. They were listening too. No one had ever listened like that before.
The audience slowing rose to their feet. Their applause echoed through out the theatre. It was all for you. You made this moment. You were the beginning of something great, something real, tangible, and for that moment, you were invincible.
you stand straight and pose for the crowds
you suck it all in, hide your pain, your raw, your meat
strutting backstage into darkness
we all see what you hide
your beautiful secret
I never tried to be a show yet
you seem to be finding me entertaining
well tell me at least
what category i fall under
i bet it’s nothing humorous
wish i could say the same about you
The audience was spellbound. The performance of Swan Lake was breathtaking. No one moved. The music and dancers took them to another world. It was a standing ovation performance.
The audience roared with laughter, unfortunately for the comic they were laughing at him, not with him. He tried to regain his composure; to make it seem as if it were a gag. He couldn’t. His mouth dried up, he went numb, words failed him.
the blank faces pierce as jonah spouts the speech he was given, and then vomits out what he hears in his head, enlightening the mob with his originality.
“You don’t have to be so quiet,” Ushio urged. Yusei glanced over his shoulder at him with a blue eye.
“Don’t we have an audience?” Then those eyes flickered to the security camera in the corner of the room.
“No one’s ever in there and I’ll erased the data later.” He thrust his finger deeper and Yusei couldn’t help but arch with a cry.
people listening to a speaker, audience to a book, crowd, people youre trying to reach out to, intended readers, diversity, lots of people, noises, loud, clapping, happy, crowded,
I step out onto the stage to do what I have to. My heart is racing, but unlike so many other people I know, I am not afraid. The audience is before me. All eyes are on me. This is where I belong. Where I need to be. I am home.
I love audiences because they are amazing people they cheer you on as you perform they boo you as you suck, theyre just bomb. thank god i’ve never been booed before but hey everything in life is how its supposed to be. what im trying to say is theyre as honest as you can get . I feel as though life itself is full of audiences not just on stage but ain school at work and you just have to know how to please them .
Walking steadily is going to be an amazing feat. Walking up to the microphone my palms are sweating and my entire body has begun to shake. The guitar strap is digging into my shoulder as I walk, what if my voice cracks? what if nothing comes out? There’s no going back now, the audience is staring me down, daring me to mess up, but that’s why I can’t isn’t it? To work this crowd you have to prove to them that you can stand there and be the fearless person they expect you to be.
The audience looked upon me, their faces contorting with rage. One man even stood up. He had a beer belly and an angry red face. He looked at me, straight in the eyes, as he stumbles forward onto the stage, almost crushing the rest of the crowd. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING” he yelled as his spit showered my own bony figure, his yellowing teeth sending wafts of morning breath in my face.
Watching you from behind the lights, the soul and drive of a performance, those who judge. clapping, sensing, polite, believeing, open fully to accepting the preformance.
there was an audience witnessing the event. the man jumped off the cliff, leaving his crying daughter at the top waiting for his return. He smile sadly and whispered goodbye before closing his eyes and hitting the ground.
the people gathered around the stage in hopes of seeing their idol. the people were dressed in memorable outfits and when the stars came out the people yelled and screamed with ectsacy it was perfect two minutes of a standing ovation. loud and excited for the events to come. the present was special and the future was looking like a fairy tale. the end.
an audiance is always needed. You have no purpose if no one is watching you. At the same time this is our greatest problem because we are “always worried what others are thinking about us. This is dukka.”
The audience stood and applauded as I put down the hat with the rabbit in it. “Suckers,” I thought to myself. “If they only knew that the hat is really a portal to an alternate dimension they would be far less impressed!”
um i think of frickin audiences when they stare at me like weenies and lobsters and i want them to know i dont lke to be stared at
I do not want an audience on the day I find myself. It is for me and myself alone.
Sometimes I think that life is an audience that I can’t control. Audience is something that I can’t control and as much as I wish that I could control my own life, the audience is always changing. Ever been judged? That’s what an audience does. They go through your ups and downs with you. They tell you how to feel and what to do. The audience is your friends.
I went in front of the audience for the first time not knowing how I was going to feel. I sat down and began to play. everyone was so quiet listening intently to the music that came from my instrument. How was my music making them feel. No expressions or movement just silence. It was driving me crazy but, I kept playing.
I live to perform! The audience is around me at all times. The audience is MY passion. The audience is there to give me life. I breathe them in. I breathe them out. They are there. They applaud. I bow.
energy is pushed and pulled, laughs and tears are traded back and forth.
seats are filled, the stage is set. there are many people that i met.
Look! Here
I am, for your viewing pleasure
available for viewing which
You are here for… Si?
Is it the right to be this handsome
-ly wonderful?
I am.
Si.
I’m terrified of audiences. What if I screw up? It will be for all the world to see.
Watching people on stage, I never really liked being a part of an audience, it was boring even if i was interested in the performance. I don’t know if that means I’d prefer to be on stage though. But probably.
Bon Jovi concert. The way some people don’t know the video means you have to stand up. “This ain’t television baby”. The way Richie looks with his guitar. The split second where I realize there is meaning, there is purpose. The way everyone in the place is like a family. A party with thousands of the closest friends one can imagine. For a moment, all differences are forgotten, and then we go back to our everyday lives, a bit stronger.
He captured the audience’s fancy with his effortless charisma. A born bombshell. His facial expressions for a characters touched by grief were proverbial. The heartbreak!
they are watching you. they are waiting its your moment. but it really isnt, let go of that stress, its unproductive. the world is the audience, not the people in wich are in it.
An audience is a group of people that watch or experience some form of entertainment. When I first hear audience I think of a stage, entertainment, chairs, people, clapping, standing ovation,
I just did this. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. I need to sign up.
audience
audience.
I like how I’m already done. People probably won’t appreciate me for this.
But I’ve learned not to care what people think.
She made that mistake.
A secondhand lesson.
Audiences.
We often think that we have an audience in life. Constantly trying to perform or put on an act in order to win the affection of our audience. In all actuality, this is simply an incredibly egocentric view. Others in life are not our audience but living their own lives as well. Stop acting, start living.
Pausing in that ritual of tiptoeing along little eddies of river grass, her head snapped up, catching the form of a two-legged creature, armed with bow and arrow made from her cousin’s hide and bone.
They mock you. They eat you up like sandwiches. The lights usually hide them, ironically, you might be too. Is it scary? You don’t know who they are, after all? Like a wall.
A scream and the drop of the curtain. We were done, it was over. We would take our bows and exit with a grace only theater children could have. The audience roared and leaped to its feet, the final cue that it was finished.
the men sitting out there, they don’t know. they cannot fathom the depth of spirit emitted from the actors, from their very souls. They only applaud and act as if critiquing is doing.
They clapped and it was over. The last performance of my high school career. It was moving and tragic. Never again did I feel anything like that night. The moment couldn’t be recreated, all because of them.
This was the first time I felt really appreciated. Someone was watching. And they were watching because I was interesting. At least what I was doing was interesting. They were listening too. No one had ever listened like that before.
The audience slowing rose to their feet. Their applause echoed through out the theatre. It was all for you. You made this moment. You were the beginning of something great, something real, tangible, and for that moment, you were invincible.
you stand straight and pose for the crowds
you suck it all in, hide your pain, your raw, your meat
strutting backstage into darkness
we all see what you hide
your beautiful secret
we all perform for an audience. everyday we are onstage, showing people the masks that we wear, showing them only what we want to be seen. Take a bow.
I never tried to be a show yet
you seem to be finding me entertaining
well tell me at least
what category i fall under
i bet it’s nothing humorous
wish i could say the same about you
The audience was spellbound. The performance of Swan Lake was breathtaking. No one moved. The music and dancers took them to another world. It was a standing ovation performance.
Loud.
Surrounding.
Encompassing.
Embracing.
Imposing.
Too close.
Audience.
The audience roared with laughter, unfortunately for the comic they were laughing at him, not with him. He tried to regain his composure; to make it seem as if it were a gag. He couldn’t. His mouth dried up, he went numb, words failed him.
the blank faces pierce as jonah spouts the speech he was given, and then vomits out what he hears in his head, enlightening the mob with his originality.
“You don’t have to be so quiet,” Ushio urged. Yusei glanced over his shoulder at him with a blue eye.
“Don’t we have an audience?” Then those eyes flickered to the security camera in the corner of the room.
“No one’s ever in there and I’ll erased the data later.” He thrust his finger deeper and Yusei couldn’t help but arch with a cry.
people listening to a speaker, audience to a book, crowd, people youre trying to reach out to, intended readers, diversity, lots of people, noises, loud, clapping, happy, crowded,
I step out onto the stage to do what I have to. My heart is racing, but unlike so many other people I know, I am not afraid. The audience is before me. All eyes are on me. This is where I belong. Where I need to be. I am home.