stages is something i learned about when we took up the elements of drama in english class in school there are different kinds of stages. a stage can also mean a level, of a game, a floor, or whatever, its a frikkin space
Stage. It’s so difficult to stand on a stage and not tremble in fear. To me, that is. But, when I see someone else on a stage, I see them shine. I look up to them. I feel happy for them. They define what is success.
They were stars but they felt like eyes and streetlights that felt like spotlights. I looked at you and my eyes were wide and i knew all the constellations were staring and i wanted them to blink out, look away, so i could wander off into the dark in peace. “I’m sorry. I don’t want this. It’s not you.” And i smiled my stage smile and my indifference was perfectly feigned. And the stars and planets winked and the moon smiled and everyone clapped for the performance of a lifetime.
Oh it’s coming, my nerves are ready to toss me into a convulsion
I know I will have to speak, but my throat is closed
Trembling I walk on stage
And feel fright
all the world is a stage I live on old Stage road south. how appropriate…I love being on stage singing spekaing acting and doing other things…I enjoy the atenttion of being listened to
All the world is a stage. I love being on stage…I live on Old Stage Road South how appropriate. I love singing and acting and speaking to a crowd. I feel as comfortable doing that as I do breathing.. well the singing makes me a bit nervous but I thouroughly enjoy the speaking and acting.
I approached the stage with my heart broken. There he was, the man who staged my execution, yet failed to finish the job. I stared at him, lonely, hurt, revenge clouding my mind. I did nothing!
The stage bustled with excitement. Crew workers swerved in and out throughout the band, tapping on speakers and microphones, making sure each would work come concert time.
The way the lights shine in my eyes makes me squint, distorts my reality. Am I in real life or is this just, like they say, a stage, a way to practice for something bigger, better? If it is, does it matter what I do? What then of free will? Can I ad-lib my lines, or are they already there for me set in stone by some unknown director who will call me to Him when the curtain falls?
I walk through the hallway and talk to myself. The world is my stage where I play the role of myself. No supporting characters, just me. Maybe I am a supporting character that desperately wants to be the spotlight, and in the world of my monologue, I am the only star that matters.
I was going through a stage. That’s what my mother called it anyway. If she didn’t like my behavior—if I talked back, argued, teased my brother, etc.—I wasn’t needing attention or distraction. I was just going through a stage. That’s how she avoided dealing with my real issues.
They say i was born to be on the stage. My parents that is. And not any more, but back in the day, it was the stage or nothing. They were maybe too encouraging, had they not been, i wouldn’t have been so keen to get to that audtion, maybe wouldn’t have tripped, maybe wouldn’t have broken my leg, maybe wouldn’t have had it ripped out from under me
His mind was a stage for all the crazy thoughts that visited him, buzzing through his memory like gnats flitting into and out of his field of vision. Sometimes his thoughts chased the gnats and were drawn away faster than he could keep up. Other times he could swat them away and return to where he’d left off.
The stage was set for the San Francisco Giants on November 1st, 2010. The GIants were up 3 games to 1, and the Rangers were close to being eliminated. The historic San Francisco Giants have never won the World Series since moving from New York. Many great Giant players have played in San Francisco but never have won the world series. On November 1st, 2010, the SF Giants won and are now champions.
there was once a little tea cup who stood on a stage and wanted to put on a play. but the spoon didnt like the content of the play, and tried to stop the show. the tea cup put the show on anyways, defying the spoon and redeeming his title as king stage ruler teacup.
One of my greatest ambitions is to stage my own death. Just to see what happens. To see if people would really miss me. Or if they’d all be glad to see the back of me. Hhmm…
The stage tilted for a moment at an unlikely angle, then sank into the bog the grass had become, like a land bound Titanic. Backline & monitor equipment flew everywhere.
How many times had she been on stage? The thoughts reassured her that she had made the right decision to give up her all but illustrious career. “There’s no stage without a soul,” her teacher always said.
The stage was too big, too bright, too far away from the audience. The audience was huge. It was bigger than they had said it would be and she couldn’t help but think that they had done that on purpose; if she got stage fright, then there was nothing that could be done about it. Breathe in, breathe out. Begin.
Its a place to speak. A sign of leadership. A Leader can speak standing on stage. It requires lots of courage to stand on stage and speak to thousands, millions of people.
he grew taller, more confident, he took a deep breath and sighed, its about time i stood up, in front of them. he took his weapon, stared them in the eye. they were all his prey, they fell victim to him, standing upon the stage. curtains open, bloodbath begins.
she knew she belonged on the stage
the spotlight was made just for her
her body made to
entice every man & woman
with the shake of her hips
and lure them in with
her eyes that shone brighter than
the spotlight
but when she stepped foot on that stage
her skin crawled & heart raced
she hated their eyes on her
she felt like they could see through her
gorgeous outfits
to what lay underneath
All the world is one, right? Half of our social reactions are staged. The only thing I can think of when it comes to this word is for life to not be a stage. Let life be life. Things that are staged are often contrived. Lets be spontaneous.
But on the other hand we should play our part and our roles in life so there is an odd dichotomy to this isn’t there. Be spontaneous but also understand your position!
It’s like everything you’ve ever dreamed of, one chance to make everything true and real, one chance to turn the world, your life, all around. One chance, under the hot lights, one chance, to follow the music and the meaning and the dream and everything you’ve ever imagined. One last chance, you might not win, but everything’s coming together and people can see you, can hear you, and even if you lose, someone might want you. It’s one chance, let the music flow and see where it takes you.
the world is your stage. this is your play, you are the hero with your costume that is too big, too small, too funny or too sad. be healthy. be alive. you are the creator of your play. play well and have fun under the lights.
I was so nervous. The stage was right in front of me. What could I do? I mean, I practiced and practiced. Practiced so much that I felt that I couldn’t practice anymore! This one night could prove that I was somebody; that I could accomplish anything.
Life is a stage, it’s just that simple. You get stage fright everytime you try something new, and you get frightened and apprehensive when you’re in the spotlight doing a solo. You look back at yourself and you often get amazed at how confident you had become. There is always an audience, someone watching your moves. And you’re a performer, and so whatever you do, affects not only you but other people around you as well. You get more friends as your popularity on stage increases, and you try so hard to please. You may often have to pretend to be someone else, but it’s ok, you’re on stage, that’s what you do best. Because you know that deep inside yourself, your true identity is still not lost, and if given the chance, will shine. Remember, life’s merely a stage! Enjoy and revel in the applause!
stages is something i learned about when we took up the elements of drama in english class in school there are different kinds of stages. a stage can also mean a level, of a game, a floor, or whatever, its a frikkin space
Stage. It’s so difficult to stand on a stage and not tremble in fear. To me, that is. But, when I see someone else on a stage, I see them shine. I look up to them. I feel happy for them. They define what is success.
This stage is centerstage in my mind. A very odd conglomeration of what could have been, what might be, what should be, what is. A runaway stagecoach.
They were stars but they felt like eyes and streetlights that felt like spotlights. I looked at you and my eyes were wide and i knew all the constellations were staring and i wanted them to blink out, look away, so i could wander off into the dark in peace. “I’m sorry. I don’t want this. It’s not you.” And i smiled my stage smile and my indifference was perfectly feigned. And the stars and planets winked and the moon smiled and everyone clapped for the performance of a lifetime.
Oh it’s coming, my nerves are ready to toss me into a convulsion
I know I will have to speak, but my throat is closed
Trembling I walk on stage
And feel fright
all the world is a stage I live on old Stage road south. how appropriate…I love being on stage singing spekaing acting and doing other things…I enjoy the atenttion of being listened to
All the world is a stage. I love being on stage…I live on Old Stage Road South how appropriate. I love singing and acting and speaking to a crowd. I feel as comfortable doing that as I do breathing.. well the singing makes me a bit nervous but I thouroughly enjoy the speaking and acting.
I approached the stage with my heart broken. There he was, the man who staged my execution, yet failed to finish the job. I stared at him, lonely, hurt, revenge clouding my mind. I did nothing!
The stage bustled with excitement. Crew workers swerved in and out throughout the band, tapping on speakers and microphones, making sure each would work come concert time.
my stage was a bunch of random boards stuck together with crazy glue and stood on a block of cement
The way the lights shine in my eyes makes me squint, distorts my reality. Am I in real life or is this just, like they say, a stage, a way to practice for something bigger, better? If it is, does it matter what I do? What then of free will? Can I ad-lib my lines, or are they already there for me set in stone by some unknown director who will call me to Him when the curtain falls?
When I am on stage, I can be someone else. My classroom is my stage where I try to entertain kids into learning.
I walk through the hallway and talk to myself. The world is my stage where I play the role of myself. No supporting characters, just me. Maybe I am a supporting character that desperately wants to be the spotlight, and in the world of my monologue, I am the only star that matters.
grow up. look alive. demands of the increasing population against me. i say get the hell out. its my life. i take center stage.
I was going through a stage. That’s what my mother called it anyway. If she didn’t like my behavior—if I talked back, argued, teased my brother, etc.—I wasn’t needing attention or distraction. I was just going through a stage. That’s how she avoided dealing with my real issues.
They say i was born to be on the stage. My parents that is. And not any more, but back in the day, it was the stage or nothing. They were maybe too encouraging, had they not been, i wouldn’t have been so keen to get to that audtion, maybe wouldn’t have tripped, maybe wouldn’t have broken my leg, maybe wouldn’t have had it ripped out from under me
His mind was a stage for all the crazy thoughts that visited him, buzzing through his memory like gnats flitting into and out of his field of vision. Sometimes his thoughts chased the gnats and were drawn away faster than he could keep up. Other times he could swat them away and return to where he’d left off.
lump on, jump on! free your mind and body, express your Self, may they be a crowd or noone around: LIVE LIKE ON DIVINE STAGE and enjoy the fun of it!
jump on, jump on! free your mind and body, express your Self, may they be a crowad or noone around: LIVE LIKE ON DIVINE STAGE and enjoy the fun of it!
The stage was set for the San Francisco Giants on November 1st, 2010. The GIants were up 3 games to 1, and the Rangers were close to being eliminated. The historic San Francisco Giants have never won the World Series since moving from New York. Many great Giant players have played in San Francisco but never have won the world series. On November 1st, 2010, the SF Giants won and are now champions.
there was once a little tea cup who stood on a stage and wanted to put on a play. but the spoon didnt like the content of the play, and tried to stop the show. the tea cup put the show on anyways, defying the spoon and redeeming his title as king stage ruler teacup.
platform
performance
jazz
theatre
singing
fun
laughter
clapping
out there
great stuff
all together now
beatles
be there
go for it
no nerves
P-ssssssss-t!
Age!
One of my greatest ambitions is to stage my own death. Just to see what happens. To see if people would really miss me. Or if they’d all be glad to see the back of me. Hhmm…
The stage tilted for a moment at an unlikely angle, then sank into the bog the grass had become, like a land bound Titanic. Backline & monitor equipment flew everywhere.
How many times had she been on stage? The thoughts reassured her that she had made the right decision to give up her all but illustrious career. “There’s no stage without a soul,” her teacher always said.
The stage was too big, too bright, too far away from the audience. The audience was huge. It was bigger than they had said it would be and she couldn’t help but think that they had done that on purpose; if she got stage fright, then there was nothing that could be done about it. Breathe in, breathe out. Begin.
Its a place to speak. A sign of leadership. A Leader can speak standing on stage. It requires lots of courage to stand on stage and speak to thousands, millions of people.
he grew taller, more confident, he took a deep breath and sighed, its about time i stood up, in front of them. he took his weapon, stared them in the eye. they were all his prey, they fell victim to him, standing upon the stage. curtains open, bloodbath begins.
she knew she belonged on the stage
the spotlight was made just for her
her body made to
entice every man & woman
with the shake of her hips
and lure them in with
her eyes that shone brighter than
the spotlight
but when she stepped foot on that stage
her skin crawled & heart raced
she hated their eyes on her
she felt like they could see through her
gorgeous outfits
to what lay underneath
kh loij ;pojpo
Every scenario in my life has been treated like a stage. I have been acting out every scene since childhood, in hopes that one day, she’ll watch.
All the world is one, right? Half of our social reactions are staged. The only thing I can think of when it comes to this word is for life to not be a stage. Let life be life. Things that are staged are often contrived. Lets be spontaneous.
But on the other hand we should play our part and our roles in life so there is an odd dichotomy to this isn’t there. Be spontaneous but also understand your position!
“Don’t,” she said, and her revolver flicked sunlight up into the driver’s eyes’ he pulled his hand away from his gun.
“What do you want?” he asked, even though he knew, and she smirked, eyes black under the brim of her hat, above her bandanna.
“Haven’t you ever been held up before?” she asked.
It’s like everything you’ve ever dreamed of, one chance to make everything true and real, one chance to turn the world, your life, all around. One chance, under the hot lights, one chance, to follow the music and the meaning and the dream and everything you’ve ever imagined. One last chance, you might not win, but everything’s coming together and people can see you, can hear you, and even if you lose, someone might want you. It’s one chance, let the music flow and see where it takes you.
the world is your stage. this is your play, you are the hero with your costume that is too big, too small, too funny or too sad. be healthy. be alive. you are the creator of your play. play well and have fun under the lights.
He stood upon the stage in all his glory. Never before had I felt such a connection to a stranger…
I was so nervous. The stage was right in front of me. What could I do? I mean, I practiced and practiced. Practiced so much that I felt that I couldn’t practice anymore! This one night could prove that I was somebody; that I could accomplish anything.
Life is a stage, it’s just that simple. You get stage fright everytime you try something new, and you get frightened and apprehensive when you’re in the spotlight doing a solo. You look back at yourself and you often get amazed at how confident you had become. There is always an audience, someone watching your moves. And you’re a performer, and so whatever you do, affects not only you but other people around you as well. You get more friends as your popularity on stage increases, and you try so hard to please. You may often have to pretend to be someone else, but it’s ok, you’re on stage, that’s what you do best. Because you know that deep inside yourself, your true identity is still not lost, and if given the chance, will shine. Remember, life’s merely a stage! Enjoy and revel in the applause!
I was standing on the stage when the light fell on the poor bastard I was talking with..now he’s not dead but he is pissed at his stage hands.