She gripped the microphone tightly with both hands, swallowing nervously. The lump in her throat grew painful, making it hard to breathe, not to mention singing.
Oh no, she thought, I really, really, hate stage fright.
thisismynamedontwearitout
i wish i were the lead singer of a band. on stage. lights on me. total badass. lyrics that kill you. and make you live. and make you sing. and make you love and hate and forgive and forget and remember.
Ferrin
sing loud blink 182 ava allman brothers band
dalton
I sang into my microphone about the weather I sang out loud for rain to stop and sun to come out. I took my microphone outside to have the rain her me better but felt a sudden shock. Damn that microphone I’m just wet and hurt from singing in the rain my advice to you is don’t bring your microphone out in the rain and sing for sun just wait it out with your microphone and soon it will be bright.
Kathleen
Ah, I wanted to be a singer when I was growing up. Who didn’t? I would dance around my room, microphone in hand. Holding a microphone always made me feel like I was a somebody. It seemed like it was the perfect thing for me. Then I grew up, and realized it would always be a fantasy.
Steph
microphone is the voice and tone that projects a sound of vibrate and noise that folls through the air
Anonymous
Pass the microphone and let me pour my soul into it. Releasing my anger and stress in a song.
kandyreign
She leaned forward, microphone held so close, that the wire mesh ended up smeared red with her lipstick, but it didn’t matter, because the sound wasn’t coming from her anyways, and that didn’t matter, because the crowds were too happy to care. She reached out, and trailed her finger against the closest hands, and smiled at her success.
Amai
My roommate brought a microphone back from the last school vacation. Which is pointless, really, because he had neither an adapter to connect it to our stereo nor any inclinations to become a singer or announcer. He has yet to use it and it has been a week or so.
Mark
The microphone squealed loudly, I cringed along with the whole auditorium. “Boo! Get off the stage!” one person yelled. I knew I was the outcast at this school and but I would have my fair chance. All I had to do was open my mouth and sing….
Lovely M
just the word makes me tense up. stage fright without the stage.
too many m.c.’s not enough mic.
be heard be heard be heard.
keck
i held the microphone tightly in the distance eyes gleamedslits like snakes waiting for me waiting quietly and silently like a cold wind coming in and then i…began.
Terri
The microphone is pretty much a utensil used to amplify your words and it’s great because you can use it to sing or be a be a wedding singer. Rock stars use it, and they look sexy. It comes in different colors I guess but mainly it’s used by people so they can be heard.
Samantha
a microphone is a piece of shit. It breathes on me. It feels like aids. its is death. i fall to the floor laughing about my microphone. I piss on the streets as a performance with my microphone. I taste how bad my microphone smells.
leatherfacevsaxlrose@yahoo.com
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Geoff
Please hold this microphone will I blast the heck out of this Chaka Khan song. You can put the microphone down when your arm get tired. Or just hand me my own dang microphone. What about a microphone I can pin to my shirt?
Kitty Sutton
I got two turntables and a microphone.
www.fictionlimbo.com
dragonflys are spys with microphone eyes.
that is an original quote from me.
don’t steal it.
jasminleistreet
Nervously, she stepped up to the microphone. The spotlights swiveled over, concentrated on her. She was so nervous; everyone could see her hands trembling at her sides. A soft melody began on a piano. She opened her mouth and started to sing.
Kurekitsune
Aaah, what I think about when I step up to that microphone. So much fear, so much…anticipation, I guess. My relationship with the microphone has never been wonderful. I’d rather go a cappella. I’d rather sing it straight tone. I’d rather feel like it was just me, not this device in front of me, projecting my fears out onto the audience awaiting.
Kirsten Schaffer/kirsten_schaffer@yahoo.com
I walked up to the microphone trying to calm my nerves and with shakey hands I began tentativly began reciting my poem.
Cora
sing into it lalalala
Laurie
microphone
Laurie
something you sing into, usually used for speeches and concerts. It has a silver speaking piece and a black handle, can be cordless
kelly Friedrich
micrphone??? wtf!? anyways, a microphone is something stupid to write about. not to mention that this text is useless.
Claudia
He found that the length of time he had spent grooming and perfecting her was now being overtaken by the time he needed to spend dealing with her peccadillos.
He spoke once again into the microphone “Are you prepared to let this go and accept your new life?”
Bound in the chair in the otherwise empty room, she glared into the one way mirror and the camera.
“Let me go and give me back the knife and you can find out” she replied, fire burning in her eyes.
Sir
A microphone is a device used to amplify sounds and noise. It is used in concerts,at ceremonies, even on TV! It has proved itself as a very useful invention indeed.
Rebecca
THe listening device that makes everyone super uncomfortable and dread karaoke until you get liquored up and excited then the microphone might as well be a chocolate bar or pure gold because everyone will be fighting for those awkward few minutes of bliss. Almost everyone sucks but the more you do it, the more you’ll love it.
Lily
a really small phone?? the size of n ant maybe.
jamerson
I don’t want to write about a fucking microphone, which hey is what they told me to write about. A fucking microphone. And the microphone is being used as a dildo. That’s why it’s a fuking microphone. BLEH.sdkjvnslfbgvkrsbng;kwrntb;nifgb;klnfgb;kbgf;kndgf;bkjndf;kjnbd;bkngd;kjg,nb
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singer singing in the mic was the best singer i’ve heard in a while. he used a chrome mic and it was awesome! I felt like the mic was from the 80”s or something. Either way, i respect that.
joe
My microphone didn’t work that night. What a bitch. At practice I looked down to turn it on and what does the bitch do? She yells at me! No, she barks at me. So for the show no one could hear me. Cool.
Jane
I sing into the microphone. My voice sounds like the wind whistling through the branches of the trees. Everyone loves to hear my song.
Kay
tap. tap. tap. i tested the sound nervously, glancing around the room. three resounding taps echoed back. all eyes were upon me. i opened my mouth to sing… and the lights went out.
ash_ley
The character I created is a whiz with electronics. So when I was setting up the scene, he naturally was the one on stage preshow setting it up. i feel odd sometimes, like I’m directing the characters too much rather than letting them guide me.
Krista
I cleared my throat and stepped to the microphone, as the thin sheet of paper fluttered in my hands. Feedback pierced the air, and several expectant audience members covered their ears. I rushed through quickly, then took my seat–my first poetry reading done. After a moment of silence, the room echoed with noises of appreciation, and my breath.
TaunaLen
the world resonates in this room. and outside of it nothing is contained. all that exists is indefinable and without boundaries. And here am I.
Anonymous
She held the microphone in her hand, still shaking from the sudden wave of applauses that hit her after the end of the song. And he was still there. He was smiling broadly, his beautiful eyes reflecting the sunshine and forcing it to shine in her direction.
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She gripped the microphone tightly with both hands, swallowing nervously. The lump in her throat grew painful, making it hard to breathe, not to mention singing.
Oh no, she thought, I really, really, hate stage fright.
i wish i were the lead singer of a band. on stage. lights on me. total badass. lyrics that kill you. and make you live. and make you sing. and make you love and hate and forgive and forget and remember.
sing loud blink 182 ava allman brothers band
I sang into my microphone about the weather I sang out loud for rain to stop and sun to come out. I took my microphone outside to have the rain her me better but felt a sudden shock. Damn that microphone I’m just wet and hurt from singing in the rain my advice to you is don’t bring your microphone out in the rain and sing for sun just wait it out with your microphone and soon it will be bright.
Ah, I wanted to be a singer when I was growing up. Who didn’t? I would dance around my room, microphone in hand. Holding a microphone always made me feel like I was a somebody. It seemed like it was the perfect thing for me. Then I grew up, and realized it would always be a fantasy.
microphone is the voice and tone that projects a sound of vibrate and noise that folls through the air
Pass the microphone and let me pour my soul into it. Releasing my anger and stress in a song.
She leaned forward, microphone held so close, that the wire mesh ended up smeared red with her lipstick, but it didn’t matter, because the sound wasn’t coming from her anyways, and that didn’t matter, because the crowds were too happy to care. She reached out, and trailed her finger against the closest hands, and smiled at her success.
My roommate brought a microphone back from the last school vacation. Which is pointless, really, because he had neither an adapter to connect it to our stereo nor any inclinations to become a singer or announcer. He has yet to use it and it has been a week or so.
The microphone squealed loudly, I cringed along with the whole auditorium. “Boo! Get off the stage!” one person yelled. I knew I was the outcast at this school and but I would have my fair chance. All I had to do was open my mouth and sing….
just the word makes me tense up. stage fright without the stage.
too many m.c.’s not enough mic.
be heard be heard be heard.
i held the microphone tightly in the distance eyes gleamedslits like snakes waiting for me waiting quietly and silently like a cold wind coming in and then i…began.
The microphone is pretty much a utensil used to amplify your words and it’s great because you can use it to sing or be a be a wedding singer. Rock stars use it, and they look sexy. It comes in different colors I guess but mainly it’s used by people so they can be heard.
a microphone is a piece of shit. It breathes on me. It feels like aids. its is death. i fall to the floor laughing about my microphone. I piss on the streets as a performance with my microphone. I taste how bad my microphone smells.
speaker sound PA system presentation correct distance adequate training hall music dj lecture speech audience decibels ear tone voice singing music
Please hold this microphone will I blast the heck out of this Chaka Khan song. You can put the microphone down when your arm get tired. Or just hand me my own dang microphone. What about a microphone I can pin to my shirt?
I got two turntables and a microphone.
dragonflys are spys with microphone eyes.
that is an original quote from me.
don’t steal it.
Nervously, she stepped up to the microphone. The spotlights swiveled over, concentrated on her. She was so nervous; everyone could see her hands trembling at her sides. A soft melody began on a piano. She opened her mouth and started to sing.
Aaah, what I think about when I step up to that microphone. So much fear, so much…anticipation, I guess. My relationship with the microphone has never been wonderful. I’d rather go a cappella. I’d rather sing it straight tone. I’d rather feel like it was just me, not this device in front of me, projecting my fears out onto the audience awaiting.
I walked up to the microphone trying to calm my nerves and with shakey hands I began tentativly began reciting my poem.
sing into it lalalala
microphone
something you sing into, usually used for speeches and concerts. It has a silver speaking piece and a black handle, can be cordless
micrphone??? wtf!? anyways, a microphone is something stupid to write about. not to mention that this text is useless.
He found that the length of time he had spent grooming and perfecting her was now being overtaken by the time he needed to spend dealing with her peccadillos.
He spoke once again into the microphone “Are you prepared to let this go and accept your new life?”
Bound in the chair in the otherwise empty room, she glared into the one way mirror and the camera.
“Let me go and give me back the knife and you can find out” she replied, fire burning in her eyes.
A microphone is a device used to amplify sounds and noise. It is used in concerts,at ceremonies, even on TV! It has proved itself as a very useful invention indeed.
THe listening device that makes everyone super uncomfortable and dread karaoke until you get liquored up and excited then the microphone might as well be a chocolate bar or pure gold because everyone will be fighting for those awkward few minutes of bliss. Almost everyone sucks but the more you do it, the more you’ll love it.
a really small phone?? the size of n ant maybe.
I don’t want to write about a fucking microphone, which hey is what they told me to write about. A fucking microphone. And the microphone is being used as a dildo. That’s why it’s a fuking microphone. BLEH.sdkjvnslfbgvkrsbng;kwrntb;nifgb;klnfgb;kbgf;kndgf;bkjndf;kjnbd;bkngd;kjg,nb
singer singing in the mic was the best singer i’ve heard in a while. he used a chrome mic and it was awesome! I felt like the mic was from the 80”s or something. Either way, i respect that.
My microphone didn’t work that night. What a bitch. At practice I looked down to turn it on and what does the bitch do? She yells at me! No, she barks at me. So for the show no one could hear me. Cool.
I sing into the microphone. My voice sounds like the wind whistling through the branches of the trees. Everyone loves to hear my song.
tap. tap. tap. i tested the sound nervously, glancing around the room. three resounding taps echoed back. all eyes were upon me. i opened my mouth to sing… and the lights went out.
The character I created is a whiz with electronics. So when I was setting up the scene, he naturally was the one on stage preshow setting it up. i feel odd sometimes, like I’m directing the characters too much rather than letting them guide me.
I cleared my throat and stepped to the microphone, as the thin sheet of paper fluttered in my hands. Feedback pierced the air, and several expectant audience members covered their ears. I rushed through quickly, then took my seat–my first poetry reading done. After a moment of silence, the room echoed with noises of appreciation, and my breath.
the world resonates in this room. and outside of it nothing is contained. all that exists is indefinable and without boundaries. And here am I.
She held the microphone in her hand, still shaking from the sudden wave of applauses that hit her after the end of the song. And he was still there. He was smiling broadly, his beautiful eyes reflecting the sunshine and forcing it to shine in her direction.