Her eyes were closed. Her arms spread wide head down with a cocky smirk. Red frilled cocktail dress with stilettos laced on her ankles. Fishnets tracking her legs and a hat to cover her face. Her red lips smiled and she said hello to her stage now.
The only time I’ve ever been afraid of a stage has been when I had to sing. I’ll sing anywhere but a stage. I’ll sing in the shower, while I bake, in someone’s face, but as soon as I’m near a stage where people are silent and wanting to watch the words vibrate through and by their ears, I sweat and want to run the opposite direction.
My mother forced me to sing for a musical before she would sign my application to an Arts High School.
All the world is a stage. What the hell does that mean? Have you ever been upstaged? Do you live your life backstage? I don’t get it. Life is life. Just live it. And every now and again, go see something on stage. hahahaha
I staged a play today. For life is a stage and I lived. I lived as someone else, for you act upon a stage. Does this mean I am not I. That I live a lie. Nay, I live life as a character. Characters are the way I love life. Live Life.
All the world is a stage. What the hell does that mean? Are you upstage? Do you live your life backstage? I don’t get it. Life is life. Just live it. And every now and again, go see something on stage. hahaha
All the world is my stage. So someone has said to me. I look at the world and realize that it is more then just a stage for my existiance, instead it is the stage of all of our live and the extent we act and perform is lost to the average soul seeking justification for their roles.
Toss the flowers upon the stage, the actors are in need of recognition.
The place I love imagination reins above all and the eyes rest upon your every move and you throw your words emotions movements out there and they wash their laughter over you until everything is clean, shiny, and new
The world is a stage and I am an ant on this stage. A small one, the giant grasshoppers of this world would ignore me and my aspirations. But the stage is where I want to be so here I am. So long Walmart! So long mainstream America! So long apple pie. Now it is me a Goldmans, it is me in Paris, it is me eating filet mignon. Yes, I am an ant, but I am
all the world is a stage…perhaps now that I live in Iowa – Iowa is my stage. How I “play” this part is up to me. I am fresh, new standing for the first time in a new life that I have no idea where it will go. My audience is God, who happily watches me like a proud parent as I shakily enter this world – this stage.
“All the world is a stage dive, all the world loves a clown….”
When Eddie saw his first band live in concert, it had been a thrilling mix of drugs, punk music, and swing dancing. It was at that moment that he decided to paint the World Inferno Friendship Society logo on his first black leather jacket – he’d been fifteen, and they had changed his life. He began to be more and more absurd for the sake of absurdity. wheres the fun in being boring? and all he knew was he wanted to live his life on a stage—-
I walk onto the stage. The spotlight is on me. From below I look as if it comes from a light inside me, but I myself am dark. My hair, long and straggly falls from around my shoulders, and I wait.
I feel free when i am on a stage. All of my worries go into the air like the dont exist any more. I have constantly dreamed every day that my life will consist of me being on stage performing for people and making them happy.
all i looked foward to was getting onthat stage. shining the brightest out of all the other dancers. i wanted to wow the audience for the 3 or 4 minutes i could. i knew i could make all their faces go ahhh but i stepped back for i couldn’t get my self up there.
I’m centering myself on the stage about to give the best damn speech of my life, How i stage my life, to something not so real. staging and raging nothing of importance.
She stepped up to the microphone and wiped her hands on her pants. They were almost always sweaty, even when she wasn’t nervous. This fact made her nervous all the time. What was she doing up here? A monologue. That’s what.
I staged the perfect murder. Which in the end, kind of sucks. I couldn’t taste the spoils of my victory if no one even had the tiniest inkling it was me. Maybe I should have made it a little less perfect.
Bühnenangst. Soooo groß. Ja, ich weiß, da oben oder da vorne passiert mir nichts Schlimmes. Jedenfalls bisher nicht. Keine Eier, keine Tomaten, keine Buh-Rufe, niemand pfeift. Das Publikum verlässt den Saal nicht. Sie bleiben alle sitzen.
The stage was set: I was brilliant and I staged myself to be a writer but then I wrote some jokes and got on the stage and they all threw tomatoes at me and yelled “Get off the stage, asshole!!”
Step out, be brave. You can do it. Take the chance. No pressure, it’s just your only opportunity. Your big break. Your chance to make it. You can face it, this big city, bright lights. Believe in yourself. There’s one moment, one breath, and then you need to move. Go.
I dance on a stage, I want to be on a stage. Life is a stage. Didn’t Shakespeare say that? That the world is a stage and we are all merely players? I think he did. But now I’m saying it. Damn Shakespeare, always says the good things first. But i’ll say this f
I knew all my words. I knew I knew all my words, but every night for the weeks running up to the show, I’d had the same dream: Only the front row visible, and the glare of the stage uplighters frying my face, white heat glowing off them. The dream was me standing there. Blank. And the tense silence between cues where I was supposed to know what to say. It was as if I’d missed all rehearsals and was dumbly standing there. A show stopping moron.
Read. Keep reading. Remember the words. You wrote this. Come on. Oh heck. Oh no. I’ve forgotten it. What do I do? My face. It’s going red. My cheeks. Why doesn’t the ground swallow me up?
all the world is a stage , everything in it is onshow , on display, I love looking and observing the different charachters they are so funny some of them while others are pretty scary, but in my life i think i am the director telling myself what to do .
ive never been on the stage but i have worked behind it. it would be way too scared to act in front of people with all the lights and pressure. i would probable forget all of my lines idk maybe i wouldn’t i had a hard time acting in front of my class it would be worse in front of may strangers
She leaped across the stage. She happened to fall. This is how she broke her ankle. But as she fell, she fell into someone arms. This is how she fell in love.
At this stage in my life, I feel as if I’ve reached a juncture. It’s taken a while but i finally feel ‘ready’, like all these 27 years (nearly 28) have been preparing me specifically for now.
I see his face light up from the glow of the stage lights. His smile, his body, his eyes are illuminated as i watch him perform. I have been waiting to see this face for months now. I long to see him in a character that i could love.
The stage is someplace where i have always felt comfortable. Whether it be on the field for marching band, or doing a presentation in front of the class room. I never get stage fright. I always know what to say in front of everyone and that makes people somewhat jealous.
Its what you have plays on. Its what bands play on. Its a flat surface higher then the crowd so every one can see you.
Her eyes were closed. Her arms spread wide head down with a cocky smirk. Red frilled cocktail dress with stilettos laced on her ankles. Fishnets tracking her legs and a hat to cover her face. Her red lips smiled and she said hello to her stage now.
The only time I’ve ever been afraid of a stage has been when I had to sing. I’ll sing anywhere but a stage. I’ll sing in the shower, while I bake, in someone’s face, but as soon as I’m near a stage where people are silent and wanting to watch the words vibrate through and by their ears, I sweat and want to run the opposite direction.
My mother forced me to sing for a musical before she would sign my application to an Arts High School.
It was worth it.
All the world is a stage. What the hell does that mean? Have you ever been upstaged? Do you live your life backstage? I don’t get it. Life is life. Just live it. And every now and again, go see something on stage. hahahaha
I staged a play today. For life is a stage and I lived. I lived as someone else, for you act upon a stage. Does this mean I am not I. That I live a lie. Nay, I live life as a character. Characters are the way I love life. Live Life.
All the world is a stage. What the hell does that mean? Are you upstage? Do you live your life backstage? I don’t get it. Life is life. Just live it. And every now and again, go see something on stage. hahaha
All the world is my stage. So someone has said to me. I look at the world and realize that it is more then just a stage for my existiance, instead it is the stage of all of our live and the extent we act and perform is lost to the average soul seeking justification for their roles.
Toss the flowers upon the stage, the actors are in need of recognition.
The place I love imagination reins above all and the eyes rest upon your every move and you throw your words emotions movements out there and they wash their laughter over you until everything is clean, shiny, and new
it shines, the spotlight on you. the director tells you to turn left, you ask which left he is talking about. it’s my turn to be on stage, all mine
The world is a stage and I am an ant on this stage. A small one, the giant grasshoppers of this world would ignore me and my aspirations. But the stage is where I want to be so here I am. So long Walmart! So long mainstream America! So long apple pie. Now it is me a Goldmans, it is me in Paris, it is me eating filet mignon. Yes, I am an ant, but I am
t6he stage was set for the play to go on. i get stage fright when i have to go up in front. i dont like to be in the stage.
all the world is a stage…perhaps now that I live in Iowa – Iowa is my stage. How I “play” this part is up to me. I am fresh, new standing for the first time in a new life that I have no idea where it will go. My audience is God, who happily watches me like a proud parent as I shakily enter this world – this stage.
“All the world is a stage dive, all the world loves a clown….”
When Eddie saw his first band live in concert, it had been a thrilling mix of drugs, punk music, and swing dancing. It was at that moment that he decided to paint the World Inferno Friendship Society logo on his first black leather jacket – he’d been fifteen, and they had changed his life. He began to be more and more absurd for the sake of absurdity. wheres the fun in being boring? and all he knew was he wanted to live his life on a stage—-
I walk onto the stage. The spotlight is on me. From below I look as if it comes from a light inside me, but I myself am dark. My hair, long and straggly falls from around my shoulders, and I wait.
I feel free when i am on a stage. All of my worries go into the air like the dont exist any more. I have constantly dreamed every day that my life will consist of me being on stage performing for people and making them happy.
all i looked foward to was getting onthat stage. shining the brightest out of all the other dancers. i wanted to wow the audience for the 3 or 4 minutes i could. i knew i could make all their faces go ahhh but i stepped back for i couldn’t get my self up there.
I’m centering myself on the stage about to give the best damn speech of my life, How i stage my life, to something not so real. staging and raging nothing of importance.
She stepped up to the microphone and wiped her hands on her pants. They were almost always sweaty, even when she wasn’t nervous. This fact made her nervous all the time. What was she doing up here? A monologue. That’s what.
I staged the perfect murder. Which in the end, kind of sucks. I couldn’t taste the spoils of my victory if no one even had the tiniest inkling it was me. Maybe I should have made it a little less perfect.
Bühnenangst. Soooo groß. Ja, ich weiß, da oben oder da vorne passiert mir nichts Schlimmes. Jedenfalls bisher nicht. Keine Eier, keine Tomaten, keine Buh-Rufe, niemand pfeift. Das Publikum verlässt den Saal nicht. Sie bleiben alle sitzen.
The stage was set: I was brilliant and I staged myself to be a writer but then I wrote some jokes and got on the stage and they all threw tomatoes at me and yelled “Get off the stage, asshole!!”
All the world’s a stage. So what character am I? What is my place in this world?
Step out, be brave. You can do it. Take the chance. No pressure, it’s just your only opportunity. Your big break. Your chance to make it. You can face it, this big city, bright lights. Believe in yourself. There’s one moment, one breath, and then you need to move. Go.
Take the stage.
I’ve already done this word…boring…
Heh.
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egast…
KTHANXBAI <3
I dance on a stage, I want to be on a stage. Life is a stage. Didn’t Shakespeare say that? That the world is a stage and we are all merely players? I think he did. But now I’m saying it. Damn Shakespeare, always says the good things first. But i’ll say this f
I’m initiating the third stage, give the order to fold gates and release the wolves.
We either do it now or we fail. DO. IT. NOW.
I knew all my words. I knew I knew all my words, but every night for the weeks running up to the show, I’d had the same dream: Only the front row visible, and the glare of the stage uplighters frying my face, white heat glowing off them. The dream was me standing there. Blank. And the tense silence between cues where I was supposed to know what to say. It was as if I’d missed all rehearsals and was dumbly standing there. A show stopping moron.
Read. Keep reading. Remember the words. You wrote this. Come on. Oh heck. Oh no. I’ve forgotten it. What do I do? My face. It’s going red. My cheeks. Why doesn’t the ground swallow me up?
I love going to the theatre to see the actors on stage. Just yesterday I did and I saw “Death of a Salesman”. It was great!!
doin stage crew in a play with my friends
doing stage crew in a play
all the world is a stage , everything in it is onshow , on display, I love looking and observing the different charachters they are so funny some of them while others are pretty scary, but in my life i think i am the director telling myself what to do .
ive never been on the stage but i have worked behind it. it would be way too scared to act in front of people with all the lights and pressure. i would probable forget all of my lines idk maybe i wouldn’t i had a hard time acting in front of my class it would be worse in front of may strangers
Life is a stage. We all are performing for someone.
On stage, I am someone else. There I can be brave, strong an clever. or a coward, liar and thief – just as I want to…
She leaped across the stage. She happened to fall. This is how she broke her ankle. But as she fell, she fell into someone arms. This is how she fell in love.
At this stage in my life, I feel as if I’ve reached a juncture. It’s taken a while but i finally feel ‘ready’, like all these 27 years (nearly 28) have been preparing me specifically for now.
I see his face light up from the glow of the stage lights. His smile, his body, his eyes are illuminated as i watch him perform. I have been waiting to see this face for months now. I long to see him in a character that i could love.
got this word before, a stage, a stage, i’ve seen this word before. Can’t you give me something more than a simple stage!!!!
The stage is someplace where i have always felt comfortable. Whether it be on the field for marching band, or doing a presentation in front of the class room. I never get stage fright. I always know what to say in front of everyone and that makes people somewhat jealous.