A microphone is something you can use to sing or act or present a tv show. For example on some shows they tie it on thier t-shirts
zoe
microphone
Claire
I like to sing … many genres, rap, rock and roll, classic rock, alternative…. my favorite band of all time is Bowling for Soup …. since i can play 95% of their sonngs .. well… on the guitar. =]
Sam Zack
Her body started to shake slightly, her heart was pounding; here she was in front of all of these people adjusting the microphone to her height, she tapped
Gambs
and she grabbed the mic from him , swearing with all her might, cursing him til his ears bled, and shouted to the world that there never was a happier time for her than to see him get down to his knees and beg her to forgive her, lick her shoes, if it takes that to forgive him. nah, i guess that really grossed him out. blah, blah, blah, that’s all he can hear… he’s trapped, that’s all he can say. trapped between strangling her to death or just forget the whole damn thing and walk away…
yamazaki
talktalktalk. echo. reverb. did you want everyone to hear that? they did. They absorbed your thoughts, your feelings, your essence through soundwaves and here you are, on stage, frozen. Waiting for some great inspiration.
KRG
singing on the stage, performing to a great crowd, dancing and having the time of my life
yana
she spoke clearly into the microphone, letting her hair cover her face so they could not see she was nervous, even shaking.
Anonymous
singers, people watching, over and over, smelly, able to share, cordless, Donny and Marie, loud screaches, everyone listen, testing one, two, three
teresa baker
he took the microphone and thougtht, what the hell and just started. it was heavenly, besides the bass there was only him and the music so the sounds just came . there was sa flow unlike anything else. just him and the music. and then blank.
Anonymous
blah. then it becomes louder.
sophia
loud and noisy echo in my head bursting into song with the hummingbird’s throne blown into bits
zooey
She breathed into the microphone, stunned to hear her own breath bounced back to her.
The portal opened.
A tall creature with an extra – and Judy had always thought slightly unnecessary – eye lumbered through.
“Are you ready?”, it asked her.
She nodded, and the new song began.
Corkie
sound is the best fucking thing in the world. i like that fucking cocksucking thing more than Tenacious D!!! zomfg +10
John 'O
I speak and it listens. Is it the only thing that will ever listen? To be heard is not enough though…
Gary
a microphone is something that used to give me electric shocks. Was it worth it? Riding the fear and pain for that chance to stand on a stage and show off? And why the hell was I so prone to getting them? When you’re on stage under the influence it’s hard to push put out the thought that people have actually died from these dangerous items.
mike laloe
THE MICROPHONE WAS SILENTLY PLECED NEXT TO THE LEAD BAND MEMEBRS HAND WHILE HE LOOKED OUT TO THE CROWD AND MADE THEM BEG AND SCREAM FOR MORE…..HE SLOWLY LIFTED IT TO HIS LIPS AND THE DRUMMER COUNTED DOWN THE START OF THEIR NEW LAUNCH SINGLE…THE CROWD WENT CRAZY AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER THE LEAD SINGER FELT FREE
SAM
as i stood in front of the audience, microphone in hand, i lost myself. i could only concentrate on this strange object, on how it worked, on how it gave me the power to convey my thoughts, feelings, emotions to this room of strangers. funny, a comedian can make a room of strangers laugh for an hour, a man can rule a nation for years, a priest can teach a lesson all with microphone in hand.
porter
wonder who made the microphone. its a really cool word now that i think about it. wonder what its like to be a professional singer. wish i could sing good… thats all i got
lexi
Singing, a kareoke bar filled with drunk people and a smokey atmosphere. Fun.
Chloe
there was an open mic night tonight. it was rad. the way people talked, sang, rapped, or beatboxed into that microphone was so beautiful. That thing has seen so much talent in its time. Im jealous.
Tarah
music is the key. its all about the music. its to live for. something created something to take seriously and to love. you can love and live life t its maximum potential because of music. and can change moods. its amazing.
baden.rushworth@gmail.com
talking into a microphone. like, to record thoughts to oneself before you go to sleep. high. or to make a statement.
brenna
Hey, I thought no shouting here. The floor will crack with your stamping and stomping.
Emmy
i use a microphone when i sing and i love to sing. i sing at kareoke . and i like watching bands play they need microphones to sing on stage and if we didn’t have micrphones you wouldn’t be able to hear alot of things that you want to be able to hear.
kay
Speak into it and hear your voice out loud.
I know I want one, I know I want my own when we’re at the videoke.
It helps me pretend I’m an actual rock star. Or Madonna. Or part of the Beatles.
All I have to do is hold on to it, sing my heart out, and my voice is not mine, but the world’s.
It’s not that pleasant, but at least I’m just in a little room. Sometimes with nobody else to hear me.
Toni
a long lasting industry with pornographic involvments
ciara
i like to sing and use the microphone even if there isnt one i love to sing and dance all the time in the shower in the hall everywhere, the microphone is the best tool one can use, to magnify your voice or do whatever
cody Evans
talk into it
linds
recording your words, but not your thoughts. It might record a tone of your voice that reflects the thoughts and intentions behind them, but it can never get the whole picture. It doesn’t record whether the words are your own, or read from an autocue. It doesn’t record your resistance to speak the words prescribed to you. It can’t record everything.
Sophie Boyce
THe microphone looked so innocent in its stand, as if it didn’t realize just how much all of her hopes rested on the microphone working, on her voice not breaking.
Abby V.
the way i see it, a microphone just makes already loud people more annoying. i don’t want to be able to hear someone after i cover my ears with ten layers of cotton balls.
edgar
Words flow from my mouth. You capture them. Absorb the meaning of my sound waves. Memories and images seep through your wires.
Abi
She shouted into the microphone as loud as she could …RUN!!!!! Amazingly rather than do as she suggested everyone just turned round and stared at here, it would be the last thing they’d do.
Polgara
microphone
Anonymous
microphone: videoke. i miss dubai nagvivideoke lang kami pag day off. kantahan, tawanan. all the fun masya.
microphone: nakakatakot sa umpisa pero once you hold it tuloy tuloy na kanta.
microphone: as early as grade 1 humahawak na ko mic.
kimipam
When I went to the karaoke bar, I had no intention of actually picking up that microphone and singing. Lord knows I don’t have the sweetest voice in the world! But after a few drinks, well… Who can resist a good Madonna song?
Lisa
Microphones give me a sense of anxiety. I must perform and do it well. My actions will be amplified and exposed. Shit, what if I fail miserably? It’s karaoke night and I’ve had too many white russians to sing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun properly. I’m screwed.
Tia
A michrophone is an object that allows my voice to be heard. It spreads the sound waves to every person in an audience. It makes sure that not one word is missed or left out. Without it, my singing would be like whispering, and no one would hear my voice. I would be a mute.
it’s a reeeeally small phone
A microphone is something you can use to sing or act or present a tv show. For example on some shows they tie it on thier t-shirts
microphone
I like to sing … many genres, rap, rock and roll, classic rock, alternative…. my favorite band of all time is Bowling for Soup …. since i can play 95% of their sonngs .. well… on the guitar. =]
Her body started to shake slightly, her heart was pounding; here she was in front of all of these people adjusting the microphone to her height, she tapped
and she grabbed the mic from him , swearing with all her might, cursing him til his ears bled, and shouted to the world that there never was a happier time for her than to see him get down to his knees and beg her to forgive her, lick her shoes, if it takes that to forgive him. nah, i guess that really grossed him out. blah, blah, blah, that’s all he can hear… he’s trapped, that’s all he can say. trapped between strangling her to death or just forget the whole damn thing and walk away…
talktalktalk. echo. reverb. did you want everyone to hear that? they did. They absorbed your thoughts, your feelings, your essence through soundwaves and here you are, on stage, frozen. Waiting for some great inspiration.
singing on the stage, performing to a great crowd, dancing and having the time of my life
she spoke clearly into the microphone, letting her hair cover her face so they could not see she was nervous, even shaking.
singers, people watching, over and over, smelly, able to share, cordless, Donny and Marie, loud screaches, everyone listen, testing one, two, three
he took the microphone and thougtht, what the hell and just started. it was heavenly, besides the bass there was only him and the music so the sounds just came . there was sa flow unlike anything else. just him and the music. and then blank.
blah. then it becomes louder.
loud and noisy echo in my head bursting into song with the hummingbird’s throne blown into bits
She breathed into the microphone, stunned to hear her own breath bounced back to her.
The portal opened.
A tall creature with an extra – and Judy had always thought slightly unnecessary – eye lumbered through.
“Are you ready?”, it asked her.
She nodded, and the new song began.
sound is the best fucking thing in the world. i like that fucking cocksucking thing more than Tenacious D!!! zomfg +10
I speak and it listens. Is it the only thing that will ever listen? To be heard is not enough though…
a microphone is something that used to give me electric shocks. Was it worth it? Riding the fear and pain for that chance to stand on a stage and show off? And why the hell was I so prone to getting them? When you’re on stage under the influence it’s hard to push put out the thought that people have actually died from these dangerous items.
THE MICROPHONE WAS SILENTLY PLECED NEXT TO THE LEAD BAND MEMEBRS HAND WHILE HE LOOKED OUT TO THE CROWD AND MADE THEM BEG AND SCREAM FOR MORE…..HE SLOWLY LIFTED IT TO HIS LIPS AND THE DRUMMER COUNTED DOWN THE START OF THEIR NEW LAUNCH SINGLE…THE CROWD WENT CRAZY AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER THE LEAD SINGER FELT FREE
as i stood in front of the audience, microphone in hand, i lost myself. i could only concentrate on this strange object, on how it worked, on how it gave me the power to convey my thoughts, feelings, emotions to this room of strangers. funny, a comedian can make a room of strangers laugh for an hour, a man can rule a nation for years, a priest can teach a lesson all with microphone in hand.
wonder who made the microphone. its a really cool word now that i think about it. wonder what its like to be a professional singer. wish i could sing good… thats all i got
Singing, a kareoke bar filled with drunk people and a smokey atmosphere. Fun.
there was an open mic night tonight. it was rad. the way people talked, sang, rapped, or beatboxed into that microphone was so beautiful. That thing has seen so much talent in its time. Im jealous.
music is the key. its all about the music. its to live for. something created something to take seriously and to love. you can love and live life t its maximum potential because of music. and can change moods. its amazing.
talking into a microphone. like, to record thoughts to oneself before you go to sleep. high. or to make a statement.
Hey, I thought no shouting here. The floor will crack with your stamping and stomping.
i use a microphone when i sing and i love to sing. i sing at kareoke . and i like watching bands play they need microphones to sing on stage and if we didn’t have micrphones you wouldn’t be able to hear alot of things that you want to be able to hear.
Speak into it and hear your voice out loud.
I know I want one, I know I want my own when we’re at the videoke.
It helps me pretend I’m an actual rock star. Or Madonna. Or part of the Beatles.
All I have to do is hold on to it, sing my heart out, and my voice is not mine, but the world’s.
It’s not that pleasant, but at least I’m just in a little room. Sometimes with nobody else to hear me.
a long lasting industry with pornographic involvments
i like to sing and use the microphone even if there isnt one i love to sing and dance all the time in the shower in the hall everywhere, the microphone is the best tool one can use, to magnify your voice or do whatever
talk into it
recording your words, but not your thoughts. It might record a tone of your voice that reflects the thoughts and intentions behind them, but it can never get the whole picture. It doesn’t record whether the words are your own, or read from an autocue. It doesn’t record your resistance to speak the words prescribed to you. It can’t record everything.
THe microphone looked so innocent in its stand, as if it didn’t realize just how much all of her hopes rested on the microphone working, on her voice not breaking.
the way i see it, a microphone just makes already loud people more annoying. i don’t want to be able to hear someone after i cover my ears with ten layers of cotton balls.
Words flow from my mouth. You capture them. Absorb the meaning of my sound waves. Memories and images seep through your wires.
She shouted into the microphone as loud as she could …RUN!!!!! Amazingly rather than do as she suggested everyone just turned round and stared at here, it would be the last thing they’d do.
microphone
microphone: videoke. i miss dubai nagvivideoke lang kami pag day off. kantahan, tawanan. all the fun masya.
microphone: nakakatakot sa umpisa pero once you hold it tuloy tuloy na kanta.
microphone: as early as grade 1 humahawak na ko mic.
When I went to the karaoke bar, I had no intention of actually picking up that microphone and singing. Lord knows I don’t have the sweetest voice in the world! But after a few drinks, well… Who can resist a good Madonna song?
Microphones give me a sense of anxiety. I must perform and do it well. My actions will be amplified and exposed. Shit, what if I fail miserably? It’s karaoke night and I’ve had too many white russians to sing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun properly. I’m screwed.
A michrophone is an object that allows my voice to be heard. It spreads the sound waves to every person in an audience. It makes sure that not one word is missed or left out. Without it, my singing would be like whispering, and no one would hear my voice. I would be a mute.