Her voice is amplified, the empty stadium creating an echo.
No one had come to see if she died tonight.
No one had cared but her enemy.
Anonymous
I love performing. But I’m much taller than most of the people in my school’s theater company. So whenever we have to use mics, I’m always way to tall for the stand and no one can hear me. So saddd.
Jessie
She stands at the microphone, ready. Or so she thinks. She isn’t ready. She knows she’s not ready for this. Her palms being to sweat, her face is pale pink, the color it gets right before you pass out. But that doesn’t matter. She’s still here, and she still has to sing. She opens her mouth and the first note comes out, quivering, dying. Laughter erupts and she flees from the stage.
sariaru
speak to me baby.. loud and clear.. i know u want to talk to me. dont hesitate. u have all the time in the world. i promise i will listen this time. dont u stay mum sweety.. say something.. i so wanna hear you
Mohit/intrigue.mj@gmail.com
He grabbed the microphone and ran with it, whipping the crowd into a frenzy a mad man with a mad mission.
cathy
I do not like when Spike uses the Garage Band microphone because he sounds awful when he sings! it makes me uncomfortable when people speak too closely to microphones, also. the static sound is obnoxious.
Dave
Testing, one two, three, the crowd listens expectantly, and yet, no one stops talking. Only the poet is silent.
She stands there, just waiting for the crowd to calm, and no one bothers. They aren’t there for her. Tis better to be seen and not heard, that’s what they always said.
Vanessaftw
das mikro h
Wintertagtraum
i like to rip mics and eat emcee’s
you think you will but you cant stop me
i hate slow drivers i wanna kill em
you think you’re g but i’m illin’
hope you brought a knife it’ll be fun
when you see you fightin with a knife i gotta gun
you’ll run and hide like a little bitch
and prolly go to the police and mothafuckin snitch
cuz you a punk bitch i hate yo ass
shitty mothafuckin people actin all crass
ima shoot
better duck bitch ill give ya the boot
hope you die in my trunk while i’m drivin my truck
but my fuckin luck is you’ll die from a blunt
tim
He was there, sweating like an idiot. The question, the question was in his head, but nothing to tell, nothing at all. The microphone, it was like in the middle of his face and he could not open his mouth. It was completely shut. So why was he standing here, with a head full of one question and no answer to tell the microphone?
frauenzeit
siiiiiiiing!!! Sing a sooooong! KARAOKE!
Anonymous
The mic was there and the audience was expectant. What to say, what to say? I froze and the lights flickered slightly. Deep breaths and now… I can start.
“My presentation today…” And I go on. And on. And no one leaves. I want to leave.
kelsey
i like being the loudess, being in the centre of attention :-D
rachaaael
Suddenly the sound waves vibrated through the air from the amplified microphone stood solidarily on the wooden stage. How can one small techmological piece of equipment be so very cataustrophic?
Lisa
phono micro microphone a listening, no not a listening device and loudspeaker, a thing to project, projection celibriety thats all
Jesssss
With the eyes of a lightbulb and a gaping mouth, the green creature leaned into the odd utenstil and gargled like all aliens do. It’s voice boomed out into the universe. What the hell is this thing? it asked. A microphone, I answered.
Janet
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James B
Gigi steps to the microphone. “Why do you people bother?”
Her temples pound with the feedback, an acerbic, beyond-belief jarring noise that blurs out every caustic, disillusioned, pessimistic, and fatalistic thing she’s thinking.
Ana
It was so beatiful. What he could do with that microphone. His lips were so close, almost touching. What I would do to be that microphone. Every word rang so clearly. Dripping with lust. Microphone
letizia
singing into the microhpone is what celebrties do miley cyris is the first celebrity that came to mind for some reason and that’s because she’s not talentd and too famoujs for only being 15. microhpohne are cool when they have diamons on them and are held by talented people with cool outfits. i have never owned a microhpone abecause i can’t sing and don’t like my voice to be at high voume in front of other people because being in front of a lot of people freaks me out. i also don’t know if i like the sound of my voice because when i speak it sounds differnt than when i hear myself in a recording, so i dont ever want to talk in a microhpohone
Anonymous
sound
leanna
I’ve got the mic if you’ve got the moshpit. Mics are for singing not swinging. two turntables and a microphone.
ashley
they are sweet give us the ability to create magnificent works of art.
sean
ВАМПИР
Anonymous
The microphone fell from Dr. Conard’s hand and hit the wooden stage making a muffled sound. He cleared his throat, looked around nervously, bent over, and picked it up.
“Sorry, about that folks.” he said. “Just a bit nervous.”
The audience smiled to reassure him that it was fine.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I would like to give thanks to the chairman of the board, Dr. Leonard, who has supported me into my ground-break research. The other doctors told me, “it can’t be done”, or “your wasting your time”, but I had one advocate, and that was enough for me.
“I won’t tire you with all the research and how long it took. Lets just say it was over two years. Persistence. Determination. One day we might even find a cure for the common cold!”
The undergrads sat forward in interest; Stevenson with his pen posed over his yellow pad of paper.
“Are you ready, North Dakota?” Mike screamed into the mic.
He received an overwhelming response from the crowd: “YES!!!!”
“Alright then!” He yelled. He was super-hyped for this concert! “The first song is for all of you out there! Come on, guys!” He called over his shoulder to his bandmates. “We’ll hit it off with ‘Heart-smasher’!”
Leah
She held the microphone aloft as she sang the last words of her song. The tune was sad yet hopeful at the same time. It was a sign that she had finally moved on, he realized.
Cinnia
she sat there steady with the microphone in her hand, waiting at the endge of the stage. she wasn’t the artist herself, persay, but sat eagerly waiting for the real start to traipse on stage. sometimes he wore the favorite jeans he had. Cheap mondays and dirty dirty blue. He was shorter than general and always let her help with equipment.
CreepyStalkerGrrl
*TAP TAP TAP*… The comic tested the microphone in the empty room. “Another sell-out night,” he joked to himself.
Alex P. Keaton
that thing you sing into, it sometimes smells like beer and bad breath, so don’t get too close
Steve
The microphone wasn’t working. Static, feedback, it was embarassing. So I shouted. Then knocked over the microphone. What a disaster.
Chris G
if i had a microphone for the whole world to hear i would play louis armstrong’s “what a wonderful world” so everyone could be happy for at least one minute.
kate
I don’t like speaking to small groups of people on a personal level, it freaks me out but give me a large room full of people and I am in my element. I guess I never met a microphone I didn’t like!
Paulie
this is where people speak into. speeches, over the pc, to people far away, it makes thoughts and feelings a thousand times bigger and sometimes can make the meaning a thousand times bigger.
electronic.
used in singing.
Eli
Give me the microphone im kanye west the best in the world my flow is ill because i be chill.
kanye
i sing into one, my ex-boyfriend always uses them, but they don’t have a single meaning for me. i wish that they did, because for so many other people, it does. i hate when things don’t mean anything to me.
Someone handed me the microphone. I stared at it, then out at the crowd, then back at it. I was frozen, unable to speak. First time in my life I was speechless. What was going on here? I never had this problem. You couldn’t shut me up most of the time, and I drove people away because of it. Had God done something to me?
Her voice is amplified, the empty stadium creating an echo.
No one had come to see if she died tonight.
No one had cared but her enemy.
I love performing. But I’m much taller than most of the people in my school’s theater company. So whenever we have to use mics, I’m always way to tall for the stand and no one can hear me. So saddd.
She stands at the microphone, ready. Or so she thinks. She isn’t ready. She knows she’s not ready for this. Her palms being to sweat, her face is pale pink, the color it gets right before you pass out. But that doesn’t matter. She’s still here, and she still has to sing. She opens her mouth and the first note comes out, quivering, dying. Laughter erupts and she flees from the stage.
speak to me baby.. loud and clear.. i know u want to talk to me. dont hesitate. u have all the time in the world. i promise i will listen this time. dont u stay mum sweety.. say something.. i so wanna hear you
He grabbed the microphone and ran with it, whipping the crowd into a frenzy a mad man with a mad mission.
I do not like when Spike uses the Garage Band microphone because he sounds awful when he sings! it makes me uncomfortable when people speak too closely to microphones, also. the static sound is obnoxious.
Testing, one two, three, the crowd listens expectantly, and yet, no one stops talking. Only the poet is silent.
She stands there, just waiting for the crowd to calm, and no one bothers. They aren’t there for her. Tis better to be seen and not heard, that’s what they always said.
das mikro h
i like to rip mics and eat emcee’s
you think you will but you cant stop me
i hate slow drivers i wanna kill em
you think you’re g but i’m illin’
hope you brought a knife it’ll be fun
when you see you fightin with a knife i gotta gun
you’ll run and hide like a little bitch
and prolly go to the police and mothafuckin snitch
cuz you a punk bitch i hate yo ass
shitty mothafuckin people actin all crass
ima shoot
better duck bitch ill give ya the boot
hope you die in my trunk while i’m drivin my truck
but my fuckin luck is you’ll die from a blunt
He was there, sweating like an idiot. The question, the question was in his head, but nothing to tell, nothing at all. The microphone, it was like in the middle of his face and he could not open his mouth. It was completely shut. So why was he standing here, with a head full of one question and no answer to tell the microphone?
siiiiiiiing!!! Sing a sooooong! KARAOKE!
The mic was there and the audience was expectant. What to say, what to say? I froze and the lights flickered slightly. Deep breaths and now… I can start.
“My presentation today…” And I go on. And on. And no one leaves. I want to leave.
i like being the loudess, being in the centre of attention :-D
Suddenly the sound waves vibrated through the air from the amplified microphone stood solidarily on the wooden stage. How can one small techmological piece of equipment be so very cataustrophic?
phono micro microphone a listening, no not a listening device and loudspeaker, a thing to project, projection celibriety thats all
With the eyes of a lightbulb and a gaping mouth, the green creature leaned into the odd utenstil and gargled like all aliens do. It’s voice boomed out into the universe. What the hell is this thing? it asked. A microphone, I answered.
Catches audio
Gigi steps to the microphone. “Why do you people bother?”
Her temples pound with the feedback, an acerbic, beyond-belief jarring noise that blurs out every caustic, disillusioned, pessimistic, and fatalistic thing she’s thinking.
It was so beatiful. What he could do with that microphone. His lips were so close, almost touching. What I would do to be that microphone. Every word rang so clearly. Dripping with lust. Microphone
singing into the microhpone is what celebrties do miley cyris is the first celebrity that came to mind for some reason and that’s because she’s not talentd and too famoujs for only being 15. microhpohne are cool when they have diamons on them and are held by talented people with cool outfits. i have never owned a microhpone abecause i can’t sing and don’t like my voice to be at high voume in front of other people because being in front of a lot of people freaks me out. i also don’t know if i like the sound of my voice because when i speak it sounds differnt than when i hear myself in a recording, so i dont ever want to talk in a microhpohone
sound
I’ve got the mic if you’ve got the moshpit. Mics are for singing not swinging. two turntables and a microphone.
they are sweet give us the ability to create magnificent works of art.
ВАМПИР
The microphone fell from Dr. Conard’s hand and hit the wooden stage making a muffled sound. He cleared his throat, looked around nervously, bent over, and picked it up.
“Sorry, about that folks.” he said. “Just a bit nervous.”
The audience smiled to reassure him that it was fine.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I would like to give thanks to the chairman of the board, Dr. Leonard, who has supported me into my ground-break research. The other doctors told me, “it can’t be done”, or “your wasting your time”, but I had one advocate, and that was enough for me.
“I won’t tire you with all the research and how long it took. Lets just say it was over two years. Persistence. Determination. One day we might even find a cure for the common cold!”
The undergrads sat forward in interest; Stevenson with his pen posed over his yellow pad of paper.
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“Are you ready, North Dakota?” Mike screamed into the mic.
He received an overwhelming response from the crowd: “YES!!!!”
“Alright then!” He yelled. He was super-hyped for this concert! “The first song is for all of you out there! Come on, guys!” He called over his shoulder to his bandmates. “We’ll hit it off with ‘Heart-smasher’!”
She held the microphone aloft as she sang the last words of her song. The tune was sad yet hopeful at the same time. It was a sign that she had finally moved on, he realized.
she sat there steady with the microphone in her hand, waiting at the endge of the stage. she wasn’t the artist herself, persay, but sat eagerly waiting for the real start to traipse on stage. sometimes he wore the favorite jeans he had. Cheap mondays and dirty dirty blue. He was shorter than general and always let her help with equipment.
*TAP TAP TAP*… The comic tested the microphone in the empty room. “Another sell-out night,” he joked to himself.
that thing you sing into, it sometimes smells like beer and bad breath, so don’t get too close
The microphone wasn’t working. Static, feedback, it was embarassing. So I shouted. Then knocked over the microphone. What a disaster.
if i had a microphone for the whole world to hear i would play louis armstrong’s “what a wonderful world” so everyone could be happy for at least one minute.
I don’t like speaking to small groups of people on a personal level, it freaks me out but give me a large room full of people and I am in my element. I guess I never met a microphone I didn’t like!
this is where people speak into. speeches, over the pc, to people far away, it makes thoughts and feelings a thousand times bigger and sometimes can make the meaning a thousand times bigger.
electronic.
used in singing.
Give me the microphone im kanye west the best in the world my flow is ill because i be chill.
i sing into one, my ex-boyfriend always uses them, but they don’t have a single meaning for me. i wish that they did, because for so many other people, it does. i hate when things don’t mean anything to me.
you are my voice, my microphone.
several, vibrations, air, metal, brightness, bass, cardioid, limits, net, sensitivity, noise, big, everybody, touch
Someone handed me the microphone. I stared at it, then out at the crowd, then back at it. I was frozen, unable to speak. First time in my life I was speechless. What was going on here? I never had this problem. You couldn’t shut me up most of the time, and I drove people away because of it. Had God done something to me?