the effort was grave
it didn’t improve the shade
but what did i expect from the mess i made
it was easy for you to duck the fade
but i still pulled you in and played my spade
Kendra Allen
I couldn’t believe how crazy people were at the concert. I mean, it wasn’t even a very famous singer performing. I don’t like concerts like this.
estoy en un concierto en londres. todo calla, todos escuchan. me vienen a la cabeza imagenes de bosques y hadas. todo termina demasiado pronto, es una lástima que no dure un día o un año más, la vida sigue pero no habrá momentos tan interesantes como este, esa es mi opinión, quizá infundada para una no melómana
concha lopez
Concert- a concert grand piano is too big for my room so I’ll get a boudoir instead. I can’t afford a new one obviously- they cost zillions but you can get refurbished ones that are pretty good although some bugger has probably already played a billion notes on the damn thing
.stepeh glascoe
Friday night, opening show and there’s no fucker here and I don’t know for the life of me why I am crying because that bitch Michelle put glitter under my eyes to make them pop but there’s nobody for them to even pop at.
Jack
The hall was busy with people of all ages jumping and bouncing around to the music. The group playing on stage encouraged the audience to shout louder and the singer threw his shirt.
Ariane
It’s said that performers are the people in a theatre facing the wrong way.
George
I went to the concert at bestival and now I realise I’m just writing a whole load of crap and it’s making me laugh. That’s a bit weird. Lights. Tripping on acid and the lights. Somehow it looked like every time I looked up it was the northern lights, which has quite a strange latin name. Is it latin? I assume so. Either way it looked m
Jimmi Sandham
the sound was roaring louder than the thunder that rolled in, rain spattering across the laser spectrum the gigantic screens created. her heartbeat thudded loud enough to make her teeth chatter, spittle and raindrops clinging to her lips, throat and nose dry from the different smoke she’d inhaled.
Pallavi Varma
I don’t know what concert really means.I think it is a function for promotion of a piece of music or something else.I Just don’t know anything about this word.Hmm.Concerts are held by actors
i love dancing and like to do a concert with all my beloved ones which i want to dedicate to my family. I am planning to do this on occasion of my brother’s marriage and plan a surprise for him
manasa
Concert. I’ve never been to a concert unless you count the school choir concerts last year. I didn’t like those, but I am going to see Taylor Swift next time she comes to Seattle. But that won’t be till 2018, according to her.
The music was a beautiful thing. It filled my hears and my heart. I closed my eyes. I opened them suddenly. I heard a noise. All around me there was smoke and people were screaming. Fire. Danger. I was afraid of what would happen next.
soapdog
it’s so loud i can feel the noise
there are people all around me
jumping up and down, screaming
i feel dizzy, but i paid for this
stranger
dance concerts are my favorite things. i love watching them but mostly being in them. performing on stage is my favourite thing in the world!
O concerto foi ótimo. Era minha banda favorita e eu estava curtindo tudo com minha namorada. Foi o melhor dia da minha vida. Até a hora da volta, é claro. Tudo aconteceu naquela estrada. O carro veio na nossa direção e eu não pude fazer nada.
Concert – a word that conveys’ music. A wrd that convey’s coordination. as in conert. Also too a cord that means people helping each other. A word that means focus. How i can exert concerted effor twith others. I
louie
she finally found a parking spot, not the best one, but it was good enough. As she got out of her car it started to rain. Annoyed, she ran inside, and searched for the proper stadium in the complex. When she found her seat, the concert had just started. Then the artist came on stage.
That was when the bomb exploded.
The place I’d like to be in a few weeks. She’s the famous witch. Her voice, unlike any other, haunts my dreams. She won’t come again, and I’ll miss it. Oh to have ease and money to attend concerts whenever I wish.
Stephanie
concert is werd and
bailey
department of live events fun people music songs
celebrities, teamwork management production marketing publicity ticketing sales logistics, enjoy friends, dance, coordinator
correspondence team
Rahul
The first things that come to my mind when I think of a concert, is lights, glamor, energy, craziness. People dancing like crazy loosing control of themselves and giving themselves to all in to the atmosphere that they are soaked into.
Secret
I don’t like concerts much. I find them very loud and bright, opposite to my tastes. I like to stay indoors and watch TV. A concert on TV is more pleasing for me.
Shreya
my fav music band Is “bullet for my valentine” favsong is scream aim fire
ian
Concerts are about when singers go on a live stage and sing songs to a live audience. They are most of the time previewed by little not as famous singers that lead up to the main singer.
Jonathan Walsh
Place des Arts steps in Montreal, listening to the outdoor jazz strains across the smoky venue. Children baking in the hot sun, feet dangling in the water fountain. Someone mist me please.
JS
Bon Jovi, totally envious of my older sister while I sat outside and waited in the car. She sang in the lobby and got a sneak peak of the show. High school memories…. big hair, loud music, posters in the bedrooms of teens across the city.
JS
I sat on his shoulders to look at the stage and sing along to the songs at the top of my lungs. I promised I would never go to another concert without him to hold me high. That was the last concert I ever went to.
Maddy
We were in a crowd and it was getting louder by the second. We were in the front and the music was so loud that I could feel the beat. It was amazing. I’ll never forget my first concert.
angel
Louise thought Naveen was going to the Milkweed Parlor concert with her, but instead, when she knocked on the door, his beautiful sister answered. She was already dressed for the occasion: Leather jacket, tight jeans, hoop earrings. Her tank top had the band’s logo blazing across it like hot fire. Louise felt her collar tighten. She sweated under her coat.
“Um…is Naveen here?” she asked.
His beautiful sister smiled a toothy smile and produced a ticket from her jacket. “You’re stuck with me, babe.”
Belinda Roddie
The music pulsed around her. She tried to weave her way through the crowd of people who were dancing, crushing up against each other, trying to get closer. She ducked her head and went as fast as she could. She had to get out of there. She had to find a way through. She finally reached the back of the mob.
The world doesn’t understand. It’s as though they find us to be the odd ones. But truly they just can’t. They don’t know. They’re too cut off to hear the concert that only we can. That’s how I know we’re perfect.
Charles Encharge
There will never be anything else in my mind than the way his words tipped off his tongue. Like art. Like music.
And I swear to God, his concert was for my ears only.
F
Emily and Lisa were ecstatic. They could hardy believe they won tickets to the concert in the raffle. The concert was a perfect way for them to enjoy their favorite thing together.
Beautiful concert did change my life. The experience at Table Mountain just listening to beauty while surrounded by beauty in nature and the people I was with. The concert was almost the background. It was a gathering of many different people to experience the same beautiful thing.
“Vamos al concierto”, dije, enamorado. Pero ella solo supo mirar atrás y seguir caminando. “¿Qué le ocurre a esta tía?”, pensé mientras seguía sus piernas en fuga. “No lo entiendo, y quizás no la entienda nunca”.
It rose like a great symphony in body. The first pluck of heartstrings put a sharp tension in my chest, and I knelt down to try and breath. Next, a rhythm barely traceable; a stinted heartbeat making swift, silent contractions to the beat of the cacophony of voices screaming in my head. Then, a crescendo – like a wave it moves from the tip of my extremities inward toward my chest, numbing everything it touches on the way. It meets where the concert began – at my heart – and I black out with watery eyes, in awe of its sheer force.
When I woke up, I was a spectator, and not the hall.
the effort was grave
it didn’t improve the shade
but what did i expect from the mess i made
it was easy for you to duck the fade
but i still pulled you in and played my spade
I couldn’t believe how crazy people were at the concert. I mean, it wasn’t even a very famous singer performing. I don’t like concerts like this.
estoy en un concierto en londres. todo calla, todos escuchan. me vienen a la cabeza imagenes de bosques y hadas. todo termina demasiado pronto, es una lástima que no dure un día o un año más, la vida sigue pero no habrá momentos tan interesantes como este, esa es mi opinión, quizá infundada para una no melómana
Concert- a concert grand piano is too big for my room so I’ll get a boudoir instead. I can’t afford a new one obviously- they cost zillions but you can get refurbished ones that are pretty good although some bugger has probably already played a billion notes on the damn thing
Friday night, opening show and there’s no fucker here and I don’t know for the life of me why I am crying because that bitch Michelle put glitter under my eyes to make them pop but there’s nobody for them to even pop at.
The hall was busy with people of all ages jumping and bouncing around to the music. The group playing on stage encouraged the audience to shout louder and the singer threw his shirt.
It’s said that performers are the people in a theatre facing the wrong way.
I went to the concert at bestival and now I realise I’m just writing a whole load of crap and it’s making me laugh. That’s a bit weird. Lights. Tripping on acid and the lights. Somehow it looked like every time I looked up it was the northern lights, which has quite a strange latin name. Is it latin? I assume so. Either way it looked m
the sound was roaring louder than the thunder that rolled in, rain spattering across the laser spectrum the gigantic screens created. her heartbeat thudded loud enough to make her teeth chatter, spittle and raindrops clinging to her lips, throat and nose dry from the different smoke she’d inhaled.
I don’t know what concert really means.I think it is a function for promotion of a piece of music or something else.I Just don’t know anything about this word.Hmm.Concerts are held by actors
i love dancing and like to do a concert with all my beloved ones which i want to dedicate to my family. I am planning to do this on occasion of my brother’s marriage and plan a surprise for him
Concert. I’ve never been to a concert unless you count the school choir concerts last year. I didn’t like those, but I am going to see Taylor Swift next time she comes to Seattle. But that won’t be till 2018, according to her.
The music was a beautiful thing. It filled my hears and my heart. I closed my eyes. I opened them suddenly. I heard a noise. All around me there was smoke and people were screaming. Fire. Danger. I was afraid of what would happen next.
it’s so loud i can feel the noise
there are people all around me
jumping up and down, screaming
i feel dizzy, but i paid for this
dance concerts are my favorite things. i love watching them but mostly being in them. performing on stage is my favourite thing in the world!
O concerto foi ótimo. Era minha banda favorita e eu estava curtindo tudo com minha namorada. Foi o melhor dia da minha vida. Até a hora da volta, é claro. Tudo aconteceu naquela estrada. O carro veio na nossa direção e eu não pude fazer nada.
Concert – a word that conveys’ music. A wrd that convey’s coordination. as in conert. Also too a cord that means people helping each other. A word that means focus. How i can exert concerted effor twith others. I
she finally found a parking spot, not the best one, but it was good enough. As she got out of her car it started to rain. Annoyed, she ran inside, and searched for the proper stadium in the complex. When she found her seat, the concert had just started. Then the artist came on stage.
That was when the bomb exploded.
The place I’d like to be in a few weeks. She’s the famous witch. Her voice, unlike any other, haunts my dreams. She won’t come again, and I’ll miss it. Oh to have ease and money to attend concerts whenever I wish.
concert is werd and
department of live events fun people music songs
celebrities, teamwork management production marketing publicity ticketing sales logistics, enjoy friends, dance, coordinator
correspondence team
The first things that come to my mind when I think of a concert, is lights, glamor, energy, craziness. People dancing like crazy loosing control of themselves and giving themselves to all in to the atmosphere that they are soaked into.
I don’t like concerts much. I find them very loud and bright, opposite to my tastes. I like to stay indoors and watch TV. A concert on TV is more pleasing for me.
my fav music band Is “bullet for my valentine” favsong is scream aim fire
Concerts are about when singers go on a live stage and sing songs to a live audience. They are most of the time previewed by little not as famous singers that lead up to the main singer.
Place des Arts steps in Montreal, listening to the outdoor jazz strains across the smoky venue. Children baking in the hot sun, feet dangling in the water fountain. Someone mist me please.
Bon Jovi, totally envious of my older sister while I sat outside and waited in the car. She sang in the lobby and got a sneak peak of the show. High school memories…. big hair, loud music, posters in the bedrooms of teens across the city.
I sat on his shoulders to look at the stage and sing along to the songs at the top of my lungs. I promised I would never go to another concert without him to hold me high. That was the last concert I ever went to.
We were in a crowd and it was getting louder by the second. We were in the front and the music was so loud that I could feel the beat. It was amazing. I’ll never forget my first concert.
Louise thought Naveen was going to the Milkweed Parlor concert with her, but instead, when she knocked on the door, his beautiful sister answered. She was already dressed for the occasion: Leather jacket, tight jeans, hoop earrings. Her tank top had the band’s logo blazing across it like hot fire. Louise felt her collar tighten. She sweated under her coat.
“Um…is Naveen here?” she asked.
His beautiful sister smiled a toothy smile and produced a ticket from her jacket. “You’re stuck with me, babe.”
The music pulsed around her. She tried to weave her way through the crowd of people who were dancing, crushing up against each other, trying to get closer. She ducked her head and went as fast as she could. She had to get out of there. She had to find a way through. She finally reached the back of the mob.
The world doesn’t understand. It’s as though they find us to be the odd ones. But truly they just can’t. They don’t know. They’re too cut off to hear the concert that only we can. That’s how I know we’re perfect.
There will never be anything else in my mind than the way his words tipped off his tongue. Like art. Like music.
And I swear to God, his concert was for my ears only.
Emily and Lisa were ecstatic. They could hardy believe they won tickets to the concert in the raffle. The concert was a perfect way for them to enjoy their favorite thing together.
Beautiful concert did change my life. The experience at Table Mountain just listening to beauty while surrounded by beauty in nature and the people I was with. The concert was almost the background. It was a gathering of many different people to experience the same beautiful thing.
“Vamos al concierto”, dije, enamorado. Pero ella solo supo mirar atrás y seguir caminando. “¿Qué le ocurre a esta tía?”, pensé mientras seguía sus piernas en fuga. “No lo entiendo, y quizás no la entienda nunca”.
Music
Symphony
Orchestra
Emotions
Last Sunday.
Grandpa
Failure
Violin
Joy
Sadness
Regret
Remembrances
New Year
Vienna
Ballet
music
orchestra
last Sunday
emotions
people
observing
failure
beauty
celebration
numbers
New Year
dance
Vienna
violin
regret
It rose like a great symphony in body. The first pluck of heartstrings put a sharp tension in my chest, and I knelt down to try and breath. Next, a rhythm barely traceable; a stinted heartbeat making swift, silent contractions to the beat of the cacophony of voices screaming in my head. Then, a crescendo – like a wave it moves from the tip of my extremities inward toward my chest, numbing everything it touches on the way. It meets where the concert began – at my heart – and I black out with watery eyes, in awe of its sheer force.
When I woke up, I was a spectator, and not the hall.
Concert
two hearts in harmony
playing the music of love
rhythm meeting rhythm
in our passionate symphony