The first thing that pops in my head is the microphone you talk to trough the phone. Sometimes it makes funny noises when you speak, sometimes as clear as an open sheet. Sometimes it leaves and you have to call back. Sometimes it has makeup on the top and bottom of that. Sometimes you have to put it on a speakerphone but we still use the microphone……..
A microphone is what people use to project their voices. I like the way they are shaped, it’s almost an innovative but practical design. They are really small but they can make billions of people hear a tiny sound and for that, they are amazing.
Nikki Day
He stared into the microphone, fear evident and overpowering. The thousands of people in the audience faded from view as the microphone became the sole object of his attention. He swallowed hard and then reached up to tap the microphone to see if it was on. It was. Finally, after several long seconds, he cleared his throat and began. “He’s dead,” he said.
The strange man took the microphone and placed it to his lips. The things that came from his mouth sounded as if they were from another world. Why did it seem so familiar to me, though? Am I from another world as well?
Tim Frederick
How did I even get here, she thought. Only one minute left before she would stand before the audience and share her story of heartbreak and triumph.
Sharon
Loud, proud, powerful. Booming voice over a crowd of people. Anxiety, nervousness. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Sweat glistening down the forehead. Adrenaline coursing through your veins. What is this feeling, I’ve never felt before? Control, attention, love. I AM A STAR and at the top of the world.
Sruthi
The words scroll across the screen in front of her: this is the first time she’s ever been on stage, and she’s terrified. She grabs the microphone, but can’t figure out how to turn it on. She’s humiliated. “Um, excuse me, how do I do this?” Of course this would happen to her.
Grabbing the microphone closer, she began to sing louder. Her voice carried far throughout the lounge, and in the silence her high melody rang through the air.
microphones are uesful to every one in the world like cops and singers and the schools use large microphones to speak in to them everyone well not every one uses them.
You deserved the black stem pointing at your lips
You deserved the On button switched.
You deserved knees bent below your hips.
You deserved the twitch.
A microphone is something you use so a big crowd can hear you. For example if you like to sing in front of people then you will use a microphone so everyone can here you sing.
I have a ringtone on my phone that says, ” hello hello I speak in the microphone hello hello”.(: It scared my sister once when i played it, cause it was night time and she just watch a horror movie. (: I laughed for a long time.(: She didn’t talk to me the rest of the day.
fluffy1297
A microphone is a thing you talk or sing into to have a louder voice! It makes it so you can talk louder and have a booming voice.
You can use it to sing in or just talk so people can hear you. It is a very useful thing to use
Cheyenne
A microphone is something singers, comedians, and actresses use. They use it so people can here them.
kuppycakekhylee
you use a microphone to sing. you sing at a places like kaereiokie .
neongreen
A microphone is a thing that you talk or sing in and it makes you louder. It’s a very useful thing to have on shows, in a concert, or a lot of other things. I like microphones!
a medium where sound is turned into hearable art that can touch a persons soul to the core, can make someone dance, can make someone forget for a couple minutes.
Katie Bethke
Speaking into the microphone, she mutters softly out into space. They can hear her and she knows it. But, she doesn’t care. She tells her story: her fears, her dreams. The reasons that she can count for climbing out of bed: the birds and the insects. She knows they can hear her, but the microphone is the only one who understands.
realizing that all of your best poems and sincere tears are not being broadcast for all to hear. but are passing through a microphone that is not plugged in to any amplification system. in fact, it funnels all of your precious language into a silent squeak, a burp of a hiccup of a sneeze of a flea.
This word makes me think of my sister. Unfortunately she cannot sing for toffee, but will not accept it. The last karaoke do, the microphone was literally ripped out of her hands to try and stop her from singing along.
I stand there the spotlight glaring in my eyes my mind and heart racing. Someone in the audience yells, “Speak!” All i can manage is a cough. It echoes throughout the room. I steady myself gather my nerves and grip the microphone.
Small, but fills a room. Phonicly phantastical! bring in the noise.
Polly Lorien
Hold the microphone, dear, close to your lips. Speak loud but do not shout. Please, do not whisper. Make sure the world may hear you as clear as clear can be. Do not be shy. Do not cry. Laugh. Be happy. Enjoy the night.
I was asked to read a poem at an open mic session recently; it was probably flattery but i agreed anyway. Then had to hold the mic, and my poem, and stay out of the way of projected images on the wall – too much, all one time. Next time i’ll just listen.
The microphone screeched as she had brought it too close to another microphone, causing the audience to cover their ears. This was not a delayed response to her speech, was it? Her nervous fumbling with her hands caused her to drop her notecards. What the hell, she could do without those anyways. She looked across the sea of faces, the lighting just a tad too bright, and she squinted as she tried to remember her speech.
Speech is an interesting moment when using a microphone the words echo and are released upon the world for ll to her. when u talk through it the fear disappears its a wonderful moment everybody is listening to you and only you
Laura
Microphone is for singing. It’s very useful for singers. I used it to record sounds or to talk to my friends online. Besides that I like microphone because it is micro and also a phone. It’s very useful nowadays to follow the current technology
Kambing
I was scared to be on stage; the microphone was placed in my hand. I could feel the anxiety mounting as I stepped into the spotlight. I looked out in the crowd, but I didn’t see him. I took a deep breath in, and went for it. I gushed about my scandolous evening the night before, the night I was caught, the night it all fell apart.
Amber
It emphasized his voice
The song in his body
The pain in his heart
The blood in his veins
The love in his voice
Everything that made this man
Complete
He was perfect on stage
And everywhere else
His love for the fans
Was unmistakable and vast
He was a great man, not just because of how he sang,
But how much he cared
For everyone,not just close people,
But everyone that loved him, he loved back
Ze omklemde de microfoon krampachtig, alsof het een reddingsboei was die haar zou redden van de verdrinkingsdood. Er liep een straaltje zweet langs haar rug, veroorzaakt door de hitte, die op zijn beurt weer was veroorzaakt door de felle spotlights. Ze kon de mensen niet zien, verblind als ze was door het licht van de spots, maar ze wist dat ze daar waren. Nu was het echter alleen zij en haar microfoon.
Perhaps it was the way that she held it. Or maybe it was the way the light hit her face every time she moved. I didn’t know, but she was beautiful.
She was beautiful beyond belief. And that microphone… when she held it to her lips, it was like hell would freeze over. Everything else was no longer important. AIDS, earthquakes, Bono… nothing. She was the only thing. Only her and her microphone.
“Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling and something something. I always forget the rest of the lyrics.” She put the microphone down and walked away from the stunned crowd.
The small microphone pinned to his epalette fizzed and popped…sczrrrpppst…Come in Jensen. You there? God almighty that was a major blast. Come in Jensen. Oh Lord I hope you didn’t get hit by that monster mushroom cloud bastard. psszerrtt…And then the microphone went silent. Jensen just stared with his mouth frozen open as the pain pulsed through his rigid body.
The first thing that pops in my head is the microphone you talk to trough the phone. Sometimes it makes funny noises when you speak, sometimes as clear as an open sheet. Sometimes it leaves and you have to call back. Sometimes it has makeup on the top and bottom of that. Sometimes you have to put it on a speakerphone but we still use the microphone……..
A microphone is what people use to project their voices. I like the way they are shaped, it’s almost an innovative but practical design. They are really small but they can make billions of people hear a tiny sound and for that, they are amazing.
He stared into the microphone, fear evident and overpowering. The thousands of people in the audience faded from view as the microphone became the sole object of his attention. He swallowed hard and then reached up to tap the microphone to see if it was on. It was. Finally, after several long seconds, he cleared his throat and began. “He’s dead,” he said.
idk
The strange man took the microphone and placed it to his lips. The things that came from his mouth sounded as if they were from another world. Why did it seem so familiar to me, though? Am I from another world as well?
How did I even get here, she thought. Only one minute left before she would stand before the audience and share her story of heartbreak and triumph.
Loud, proud, powerful. Booming voice over a crowd of people. Anxiety, nervousness. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Sweat glistening down the forehead. Adrenaline coursing through your veins. What is this feeling, I’ve never felt before? Control, attention, love. I AM A STAR and at the top of the world.
The words scroll across the screen in front of her: this is the first time she’s ever been on stage, and she’s terrified. She grabs the microphone, but can’t figure out how to turn it on. She’s humiliated. “Um, excuse me, how do I do this?” Of course this would happen to her.
i wish i knew how to rap….
i’d feel way more bad ass than i already do.
but im pretty bad ass as it is.
p.s. dont take diet pills.
Grabbing the microphone closer, she began to sing louder. Her voice carried far throughout the lounge, and in the silence her high melody rang through the air.
microphones are uesful to every one in the world like cops and singers and the schools use large microphones to speak in to them everyone well not every one uses them.
You deserved the black stem pointing at your lips
You deserved the On button switched.
You deserved knees bent below your hips.
You deserved the twitch.
A microphone is something you use so a big crowd can hear you. For example if you like to sing in front of people then you will use a microphone so everyone can here you sing.
I have a ringtone on my phone that says, ” hello hello I speak in the microphone hello hello”.(: It scared my sister once when i played it, cause it was night time and she just watch a horror movie. (: I laughed for a long time.(: She didn’t talk to me the rest of the day.
A microphone is a thing you talk or sing into to have a louder voice! It makes it so you can talk louder and have a booming voice.
A microphone is a connetoin from one place to another.
Microphones make everything you say louder. When you talk to a big crowd you either use a microphone or megaphone. They are so cool!
A microphone is something to record sound and voice.
You can use it to sing in or just talk so people can hear you. It is a very useful thing to use
A microphone is something singers, comedians, and actresses use. They use it so people can here them.
you use a microphone to sing. you sing at a places like kaereiokie .
A microphone is a thing that you talk or sing in and it makes you louder. It’s a very useful thing to have on shows, in a concert, or a lot of other things. I like microphones!
a medium where sound is turned into hearable art that can touch a persons soul to the core, can make someone dance, can make someone forget for a couple minutes.
Speaking into the microphone, she mutters softly out into space. They can hear her and she knows it. But, she doesn’t care. She tells her story: her fears, her dreams. The reasons that she can count for climbing out of bed: the birds and the insects. She knows they can hear her, but the microphone is the only one who understands.
realizing that all of your best poems and sincere tears are not being broadcast for all to hear. but are passing through a microphone that is not plugged in to any amplification system. in fact, it funnels all of your precious language into a silent squeak, a burp of a hiccup of a sneeze of a flea.
This word makes me think of my sister. Unfortunately she cannot sing for toffee, but will not accept it. The last karaoke do, the microphone was literally ripped out of her hands to try and stop her from singing along.
I stand there the spotlight glaring in my eyes my mind and heart racing. Someone in the audience yells, “Speak!” All i can manage is a cough. It echoes throughout the room. I steady myself gather my nerves and grip the microphone.
Small, but fills a room. Phonicly phantastical! bring in the noise.
Hold the microphone, dear, close to your lips. Speak loud but do not shout. Please, do not whisper. Make sure the world may hear you as clear as clear can be. Do not be shy. Do not cry. Laugh. Be happy. Enjoy the night.
I was asked to read a poem at an open mic session recently; it was probably flattery but i agreed anyway. Then had to hold the mic, and my poem, and stay out of the way of projected images on the wall – too much, all one time. Next time i’ll just listen.
The microphone screeched as she had brought it too close to another microphone, causing the audience to cover their ears. This was not a delayed response to her speech, was it? Her nervous fumbling with her hands caused her to drop her notecards. What the hell, she could do without those anyways. She looked across the sea of faces, the lighting just a tad too bright, and she squinted as she tried to remember her speech.
Speech is an interesting moment when using a microphone the words echo and are released upon the world for ll to her. when u talk through it the fear disappears its a wonderful moment everybody is listening to you and only you
Microphone is for singing. It’s very useful for singers. I used it to record sounds or to talk to my friends online. Besides that I like microphone because it is micro and also a phone. It’s very useful nowadays to follow the current technology
I was scared to be on stage; the microphone was placed in my hand. I could feel the anxiety mounting as I stepped into the spotlight. I looked out in the crowd, but I didn’t see him. I took a deep breath in, and went for it. I gushed about my scandolous evening the night before, the night I was caught, the night it all fell apart.
It emphasized his voice
The song in his body
The pain in his heart
The blood in his veins
The love in his voice
Everything that made this man
Complete
He was perfect on stage
And everywhere else
His love for the fans
Was unmistakable and vast
He was a great man, not just because of how he sang,
But how much he cared
For everyone,not just close people,
But everyone that loved him, he loved back
Ze omklemde de microfoon krampachtig, alsof het een reddingsboei was die haar zou redden van de verdrinkingsdood. Er liep een straaltje zweet langs haar rug, veroorzaakt door de hitte, die op zijn beurt weer was veroorzaakt door de felle spotlights. Ze kon de mensen niet zien, verblind als ze was door het licht van de spots, maar ze wist dat ze daar waren. Nu was het echter alleen zij en haar microfoon.
Perhaps it was the way that she held it. Or maybe it was the way the light hit her face every time she moved. I didn’t know, but she was beautiful.
She was beautiful beyond belief. And that microphone… when she held it to her lips, it was like hell would freeze over. Everything else was no longer important. AIDS, earthquakes, Bono… nothing. She was the only thing. Only her and her microphone.
“Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling and something something. I always forget the rest of the lyrics.” She put the microphone down and walked away from the stunned crowd.
The small microphone pinned to his epalette fizzed and popped…sczrrrpppst…Come in Jensen. You there? God almighty that was a major blast. Come in Jensen. Oh Lord I hope you didn’t get hit by that monster mushroom cloud bastard. psszerrtt…And then the microphone went silent. Jensen just stared with his mouth frozen open as the pain pulsed through his rigid body.
Once I saw a graffiti tag near my place. It said Mr.SlowFlow. That is. Microphone.