Comments on: stage

By: tdough

tdough — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:36:04 +0000

As she took to the stage to play her piece for the recital, she had the horrible feeling that everyone knew she was faking it…that she really WASN’T talented on the keyboard. She managed to get through the piece with no memory lapses this time, but she knew by the lackluster applause that her talent must lie elsewhere….or at least that’s what she hoped.

By: Jason

Jason — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:27:56 +0000

walking across the stage. I imagine waiving to the crowd. Then all of a sudden I stop and look down at my feet. I suddenly feel like am alone in the room. No eyes staring, just me. I turn around and wonder if this is really what i want. It’s not.

By: T

Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:14:14 +0000

The stage is where they ran and jumped and hugged and laughed and screamed and cried tears of joy. It was their night. Their day. The torture was finally over. Let’s go Giants.

By: Kit Kat

Kit Kat — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:11:24 +0000

the stage is a warm and inviting spot. the lights hold me in my place. they watch me iwth that single yellow eye. or is it red? or blue? it makes me smile that i am alone and yet so very much in the company of others. why won’t you hold me close. if all the world’s a stage how long will it take me to get to the other side?

By: blahblah

blahblah — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:07:41 +0000

When the doctor walked out, he was fumbling with his stethoscope and looking down at the washed out, worn down tiles on the floor. She was in a very late stage of the disease. He was trying to grasp it, to stay strong, but sank into the blank, cold walls of the hospital instead.

By: Austin Mitchell

Austin Mitchell — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:00:10 +0000

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.

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 23:58:21 +0000

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.

By: Mallory

Mallory — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 23:43:05 +0000

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.

By: Jeff

Jeff — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 23:41:33 +0000

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

By: Taylor Money

Taylor Money — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 23:40:20 +0000

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.