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April 29th, 2011 | 398 Entries

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  1. i love my chorus class. Every time i go there, i get very happy and i know that im going to have a very good time. Today in chorus we learned about the art of writing songs. It was really hard to come up with the lyrics but once the teacher explained chorus and verse structure, i was all set to go. It was still hard to think of all the creative words and stuff, but i really liked it and had a lot of fun! I even made my own song!

    by Delaney on 04.29.2011
  2. I looked up, shielding my eyes from the brilliant light. There was singing. A chorus. A chorus of angles. They came down, smiling and singing, glowing. They’re here

  3. I think of the kids in Chorus. They are really stuck up. The band kids are better than the chorus kids; we have devotion. It takes balls to be in band, and nothing but a voice to be in chorus. I want the best for them, but what they have is not enough.

    by Cassidy on 04.29.2011
  4. a chorus is in a church usually and can be very cheerful or it can be in a song
    it is the repetitive part of the song usually the part of th song that gets stuck in your head the most the best part of the song and the best part of the church chorus is the best obviously i love it and it is such a catchy word too chorus.. rolls off the the tongue .

    by Meredith McConnell on 04.29.2011
  5. And she heard a chorus of sweet bird song, as if nature knew she was in love. A crescendo of sweet song welling up carrying her heart up to the sky.

    by steve d on 04.29.2011
  6. i love singing it makes me feel good. i wish i could sing more and i wish i could have gotten lessons or something to get better at it. singing makes me feel free… i really should sing more… i wish i would’ve been in a musical in high school.

    by laura on 04.29.2011
  7. The chorus screamed out their protest, belting note after note of trembling defiance and long-suffering irritation, demanding that she finally do what was promised, that she finally do her work.

  8. “The choir boys did my head in after a while. It was great to see all the celebs and the dress and all the pomp but what’s with all the singing? And why do they have young boys singing the high notes, instead of girls, who naturally sing high notes? I couldn’t wait for the chorus to finish so they could get on with the snogging” said the angry, jealous, bitter and twisted old woman.

  9. Altogether, their voices rose – quietly at first, and eventually the volume rose – not always in complete unison, but it rose nonethless. To see their mouths open, waiting for the notes to flow out of them and strike the air and then hang there, waiting for appreciation from the audience.

    by kim on 04.29.2011
  10. The angels… Their voices were deafening. I could feel the vibration of the noise in my very soul as I glanced skyward. God was welcoming me. I stood there with my head held high, taking it all in. But suddenly, I began to realize… They were mocking me. Everything was not as it seemed… The golden pillars, engraved as they were, held not pictures of the glory of man, but frozen images of my own faults and follies. Was this truly heaven? Or the personification of my own hell?

    by Me on 04.29.2011
  11. A chorus of gasps escaped the crowd below as Fenwick walked the tightrope between the two buildings. It was 200 feet down so he grasped his balance bar for dear life. He was 2/3 of the way across the city street when the itch on his nose became unbearable. He had no choice but to take care of it, lest his concentration waver. Lowering himself to one knee, he placed his balance bar on the bottom of his left foot, grasping the rope with his hands for stability. Leaning forward, he pushed himself up into a handstand, finally leaning all his weight onto his right hand, which left his left hand free to scratch his nose. He sighed a great relief as he lowered himself back to kneeling position, retrieved his balance bar from his foot, and slowly returned to standing position, to continue his walk.

    He got as far as 11 feet from the opposite ledge when he slipped in bird crap and plummeted, his final words being, “Dung it!”

  12. A chorus of angels singing as I approached my death. Painful, of course. It had to be. My crimes demanded it, and the nation was celebrating with their angels’ chorus. Beautiful. Horrible. So…. Evil. But angelic.

    by Seia on 04.29.2011
  13. Noises rang out, the cacophony of seagulls on the shore, their choir providing the chorus and hymns for that hallowed area of the beach.

  14. When I think chorus I think of when the hugest, most glorious sounds jump straight out of our throat, or when you hear a chorus, and you’re just about to burst. I think of the most beautiful, awesome, powerful, lovely noises in the world.

  15. Chorus poses as an interesting word, for it contains silent letters. Not only that, it is mentioned when talking about music. Now, music is extremely important, but also mysterious. Thus, creating a very great word.

  16. the sharp, crisp noise the chorus produced jumped quite into my heart. Reminiscing about my days in the choir, brought quick, salty tears running down my face.

  17. Watching this industrial clock the minutes are days, the days are wee- what? I can go sing? Thank God for Chorus. Who says music isn’t important?

  18. The chorus repeats
    again and again
    as I sing to you your
    symphony of sound.

  19. The chorus of angel sang aloud. The Lord gave them the permission to do so. The people that heard the singing thought that it was the most beautiful sound that they ever heard. They all dropped to their knees and praised the Lord.

  20. I quit after 8th grade, but then I missed it so much I rejoined at semester. I look in the window and watch the reflections of people on the other side of the room while they sing. They have no idea, unless they do it too.

    by Elaine Kushkowski on 04.29.2011
  21. Singing. A group of people singing together. Also I think of a song. And the core of the song. Like the juiciest part of a fruit is the chorus. I think about knowing the chorus first before really knowing the rest of the song. I don’t know what else much to say about chorus.

    by Holly on 04.29.2011
  22. There is always a chorus of sound on a college campus. Sometimes it’s all I can do to think past the commotion. I’m supposed to be here to learn, but how can I do that when it’s so loud I don’t know my own mind?

    by Katherine on 04.29.2011
  23. There was a chorus of birds. They were in the tress, and on the wires, on the ground and in the air. All of them were making noise. Cheeps and tweets and squawks and a woodpecker banging away. It was beautiful and terrifying.

  24. As a melody floats through my head, the chorus kicks in,
    like a beating drum in rhythm.
    Now I can’t get it out of my head.
    It is all noise once done and said.

    by karly on 04.29.2011
  25. A cacophony of sound.
    A melding of voices.
    The choir singing out to God from the choir pit.
    Angels singing on high.
    The songs of birds sitting outside my window at the break of dawn.
    Two soulmates’ hearts singing out to each other.
    The rustling of leaves in tandem with the wind.
    A singer pouring their soul out with words.

  26. a chorus is sort of like a surohc, but not really. usually a chorus is a verse within a song that is repeated and a major theme in the music. It’s the part that everyone remembers, and the part that everyone sings in their cars when it comes on the radio. But not for me. usually what get’s stuck in my head are band songs that i have to play every day at school during period 1. They often don’t have any lyrics to attach. just a melody.

    by Jessica on 04.29.2011
  27. “Are they angels?” Joshua stared in awe at the chorus of breathtaking women in white. Together the women sang a Dominum and their harmonies lifted Joshua’s spirit and helped it soar to the heavens. His own books fell to the floor forgotten as he kneeled in worship. “This happens every time,” Roland sighed. “They’re the North Point High School Belles,” Roland said as he pulled his friend to his feet. “They win Nationals pretty much every year.”

    by Izolda on 04.29.2011
  28. melodic and merciful
    the surrounding sounds
    soothe the simple complexity
    of mindful overlapping watered soul

    mixing the separated
    nonlinear lines cross and patch
    wandering as if willful all on their own

    by ms pie on 04.29.2011
  29. There’s a chorus I know of up on Church Street and it’s really something amazing, the beautiful melodic angelic voices that fill the room are magical. They fill your ears with sweet honey-like tune and you are euphoric. The end.

    by Rebecca on 04.29.2011
  30. Today I wrote a song. The chorus isn’t catchy but I mean…it definitely gets the point across.
    When I wrote that song it was true. It still is…but again I have doubts. Grr my insecurities.

  31. Chorus. Like what I joined in fifth grade. I was always so scared that I wouldn’t get a solo, wouldn’t make my teacher and/or my mother incredibly proud of me. And that besides the fact that I had three other siblings in the same chorus with me, one of which was the ‘aspiring singer’ in the family. WHo knew that singing a song with a bunch of people could be so stressful? I certainly didn’t. Now the aspiring vocalist is still singing, and I’m a writer. Things turned out for the best, although I would have liked a solo..

    by Sam on 04.29.2011
  32. Sing a song of good things in my life
    Even the bad things too
    They all make ‘me’ who I am
    Part of the earth

    by Stacy on 04.29.2011
  33. The first thing I think about is about the main part of a song; the part that is often repetitive, but can be the best part of the song. Actually, come to think of it, I usually prefer the verses; they’re more catchy I feel.

    by Brittany Dunn on 04.29.2011
  34. The chorus swell had been like nothingI’d seen before. It was visual in that the feeling it created within us was tangible. Like being one with another plain of existance. I never felt such a thing before nor has I since. I long for such beauty in life ever since then.

    by Dontalion on 04.29.2011
  35. The joyful noise made unto a glorious morning than it the key to all great relations in the curousity and love of the world, always admired and love by humans and animals ,,,,ever more!

    by Mary Hacker on 04.29.2011
  36. They sing
    In unison
    They sound
    Like a ripple
    harmony
    happiness
    hope
    beauty
    Perfection
    with out perfection

    by The Writer on 04.29.2011
  37. The girls kicked high, as though trying to reach the stage lights with their toes. Singing, smiling fiercely like sirens thirsting for the blood of sailors, they closed in from the stage to the floor in a vicious can-can, as predatory as the skulk of a large feline but light and airy as the flight of a bird. How was it possible that women could inhabit such seemingly diametric roles, he wondered silently.

  38. What was I supposed to sing again?

    by boob on 04.29.2011
  39. i’m sorry. it’s the chorus to every fight, everything we do, a repeated mantra, the line, the things we’re supposed to remember. the words you’re supposed to sing when you sing a song, even if you can’t quite remember the verses.

    by hadley on 04.29.2011
  40. theres a chorus of angels in the air. it makes me happy and feel so in love, like i finally found the right person in my life. but i know it can’t be true. nothing’s true forever, i happens and doesnt happen but usually…
    i dont know. love is high highs and low lows. i hurts so much but can uplift more than anything in this world. its be

    by Lola on 04.29.2011