sounds good , it remains about life , it gives strength and power. some times it give idea and sometime it gives pain . it remind us about life.
gautam
I think musicals can be a bit redundant a times. I mean, people are just singing and it gets a bit annoying. Musicals needs more plot. Ugh, bad grammar! Well, yeah, but the musical is typical good. And the actors faces have good emotion and you have to be really talented musically to be in a musical… SO
the river rushed forward, surging through the deep green forests. The trees were alive with the sounds of life, with birds twittering and tweeting, deers leaping to and fro. The occassional snap could be heard from distant hikers.
Becca
Some people have called me musical.
I play ukulele and guitar. Plus a little bit of piano. I have performed at various restaurants, music festivals, and grand openings for the last 5 years or so. I have written 136 songs. I have won talent shows. Everyone and their grandma say I should go on American Idol. I don’t want that. I just want to play music, even if I’m just busking.
But none of this compares to the way he says my name.
There’s no necessity to put something extraordinary in this box. I’m going to be the same person after as before, nobody really cares.
Becca T
She couldn’t help it. The memorial service was somber and everything was quite serious. Still, a grin formed on her face and threatened to bolt into laughter as she imagined Uncle Erwin making his celestial trip belting out one of his favorite songs. “I’m leaving on a jet plane. Don’t know when i’ll be back again.”
I was given this word twice in a row, but musical is an amazing word for it has to do with music. Music is the world for i is in everthing. It is our emotions and effects them.
Natalie
Music floats through the air as I walk through the halls of the Moore Musical Arts Center, here on campus. This was where everyone came to practice, obviously, and so the hallways filled with practice rooms hummed with activity. Singers, pianists, and every kind of instrument you could think of could be heard practicing.
Sarah
Everything is about music. Music makes the world go round. It helps people express themselves when they have no other way to. Music is love.
Natalie
The stage was set. My debut performance, and I was sweating bullets. My co-star gave me a small smile before going into full-out performance mode, voice resonating off the theatre as he sings about his love for the princess. How does he do it? Striding on stage with such vigor it made my head spin. My queue comes, and I step into the spotlight, nerves unseen under make up and costume.
And I wouldn’t mind it
If you weren’t musical.
As long as you weren’t too ashamed
Or embarrassed of your voice
To sing or hum softly
As we dance sometimes.
there a \re a lot of musicals in the world. High school, broadway. My brother was in musicals when we went to lawrence north high school. Annie was one of them, and some dead one with michael jackson. I went to a few.i went cos of friends as well. We both had a lot of friends, and a lot of them were the same. It made it fun. We all always had a blast in the summer with bonfires and guitars and merriment.
Tosh Bennett
I played that sonata like it was the very essence of my being. My hands danced across the ivory top and my fingers fluttered and twittered by. They were pale and swan like, doing a dance that I was born to finish. I was a staccato beat and my music was my forte.
One word is can be loaded or can be insignificant. It can mean the end of a relationship or it could be the answer to what you want for dinner.
Natalie Fish
Rocky horror picture show. 7 brides for 7 brothers. LOVE THEM. lion king. beauty and the beast. hair I don’t like. grease. momma mia LOVE. want to see them all on broadway. only seen the one, rock of ages.
Lenae
Sounds. Instruments. Tuxs. Black dresses. Notes. Head phones. Teen agers. Theaters. Concerts. Mosh. Talent. Style. Love songs. Weddings. emotions. Anti-monk.
Stephanie
once, someone, a german poet, spoke about those, who are singing and kissing, and that they are worth more than every knowledge possible. I don’t know if he’s right for me because the ability to feel.. isn’t this knowledge? isn’t the way you see a person and think about the persons way to be in a loving and caring way, isn’t it the same as the knowledge that this person is important to you?
I dance because I am musical……i see the notes, I hear the sond in my heart and soul. I am musical in my own way…………I dance like ranidrops sporadically, unpredictably and strong. I bless with each step. I fly with each movement. I am musical . I am the music.
sallyann della casa
I dance because I am musical……i see the notes, I hear the sond in my heart and soul. I am musical in my own way…………I dance like ranidrops sporadically, unpredictably and strong. I bless with each step. I fly with each movement. I am musical . I am musical. I am the music.
sallyann della casa
The wind chimes ring a lick into my ear curve and I smile. She asked me to stop singing but I never really started. She didn’t realize it was the sound of her eyes that tinkled like music. Oh how I love her. Green eyed and perfect. Happy Birthday.
Jorge Franco IV
As i sat down in the crowd all i could see was the dark smoke pulsing from the back of the stage it was like a dragon slowly breathy getting ready for the show to begin. The curtains were pulled back and people slowly walked onto the stage.
John Moyle
I wish that being musical wasn’t always defined as being able to sing or play an instrument professionally. I’m musical. I can twist and turn my body to follow the beat of a song. I can lose myself in music, despite the genre. I embody the world and its music. Music flows from within me.
I hate dancing musicals..Its just simply annoying. Too happy for me. i HATE PRETENDING TO BE SOMETHING OR SOMEONE THATS NOT ME. I miss being happy, i do. But i need to wake up and see that things between us is different now. I used to like musicals. :)
Sing, song, sing. Let the music ring. Life is a musical, yet we deny the song in our everyday. Leave it to a professional. View or hear it and keep your silence. No, let your song be heard everyday by everyone.
John Komarek
I badly wanted to watch the musical les miserables, but haven’t get the right time, I have so much things to do, such as assignments and exams and hate it! I want holiday!
musical history started a long time ago in China where a young lady used the first piece of futuristic object with a funky sound to seduce her brother, yep, she was perverted.
jaimeh89
Life is a very long musical. People sing and dance falling into an everyday choreography. Successful people, the protagonists, the lead roles they are the ones singing and dancing to a different beat. They are the ones hitting the high notes even when they aren’t sure that they can. Choreographies get old, because its the same thing over and over. When you take a bow, who will you be?
Isabel Pinaud
When I am sleepy..I would cup my face and listen to the gently melodious song of my inner heart.As if I could hear the voice of birds chirping, tweeting sweetly to my ears, then gradually both of my eye lids twitch and close …I listen and listen till I found myself lie on my own arms and waking up having numbed fatigue.
Anna
I was musical once, but no longer. The piano haunts the room waiting for someone musical but I must always disappoint her
If only she knew. I wish I could help her
i love it so much, its everything to me and i always listen to music when im home, and a also think, that I AM very musical. oh wait. i love it. i just love it. all about it.
Lena
there was a musical on at the local theatre. Jules didn’t want to go but Peter did and so she swallowed her pride and agreed to accompany him. it was a show called The Boyfriend and although at first she watched with gritted teeth, she finally relaxed and actually enjoyed it. the costumes, songs and dance were all set in the 20s and a real attention had been paid to the details. The story was fresh and fun, though it rehashed the old classic of the dressing room girl ending up the star of the show, and it didn’t make her groan, even inwardly. She made a conscious decision not to be so grumpy in future and to agree to more things. She was aware that Peter often found her grumpy and sulky, and she knew this could only lead to one thing. At her age she really didn’t want to be out there on the market again, and she loved Peter most of the time, anyway. She wondered why her default mode had become so miserable these last months – was it a gradual thing or had it started suddenly, triggered by some event she’d not even noticed at the time?
Mel Harris
Suck. Unless of course it’s a Disney movie orMarry Poppins. Is Mary Poppins a Disney movie? They move me in ways I can’t imagine. I mean c’mon….Lion King?!
Christina Jones
musicality – i have none although have wished for it all my life – so have my husband and kids whom i sing too daily, sounds alright to me!
marie
He wasn’t much of a talker and conversation was difficult for him. But, music, now that was something that was deep inside of him. He couldn’t wait to hear the sound of his nails on the piano keys or the sound of a reed breaking. Not your typical musical fascination.
R.B.
Fantoma din operă şi Isus Cristos Superstar sînt spectacolele muzicale pe care le-am ascultat. Dar nu le-am văzut. Ba, cred că l-am văzut pe ultimul.
The notes flowed straight to her ears, but to no one else’s Everybody only heard the slow whispers of the wind. But she heard music. The hollow sound as it turned around the corner, the eerie groan as it pushed into the shutters. It was strange, but music nonetheless.
At my high school they put on a ton of musicals. There were probably around two a year. I really enjoyed watching them perform and wishing that my singing voice was good enough to perform with them. I also had a friend who was heavily envolved with these musicals.
Eliza
The musical brought the man to his knees, weeping. He was so tough and strong but hearing those beautiful words in that beautiful song, telling a story that seemed like it was from a page of his own life- It filled him to the brim.
sounds good , it remains about life , it gives strength and power. some times it give idea and sometime it gives pain . it remind us about life.
I think musicals can be a bit redundant a times. I mean, people are just singing and it gets a bit annoying. Musicals needs more plot. Ugh, bad grammar! Well, yeah, but the musical is typical good. And the actors faces have good emotion and you have to be really talented musically to be in a musical… SO
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post this on other words or you will die with creepy music….. killing you.
the river rushed forward, surging through the deep green forests. The trees were alive with the sounds of life, with birds twittering and tweeting, deers leaping to and fro. The occassional snap could be heard from distant hikers.
Some people have called me musical.
I play ukulele and guitar. Plus a little bit of piano. I have performed at various restaurants, music festivals, and grand openings for the last 5 years or so. I have written 136 songs. I have won talent shows. Everyone and their grandma say I should go on American Idol. I don’t want that. I just want to play music, even if I’m just busking.
But none of this compares to the way he says my name.
There’s no necessity to put something extraordinary in this box. I’m going to be the same person after as before, nobody really cares.
She couldn’t help it. The memorial service was somber and everything was quite serious. Still, a grin formed on her face and threatened to bolt into laughter as she imagined Uncle Erwin making his celestial trip belting out one of his favorite songs. “I’m leaving on a jet plane. Don’t know when i’ll be back again.”
I was given this word twice in a row, but musical is an amazing word for it has to do with music. Music is the world for i is in everthing. It is our emotions and effects them.
Music floats through the air as I walk through the halls of the Moore Musical Arts Center, here on campus. This was where everyone came to practice, obviously, and so the hallways filled with practice rooms hummed with activity. Singers, pianists, and every kind of instrument you could think of could be heard practicing.
Everything is about music. Music makes the world go round. It helps people express themselves when they have no other way to. Music is love.
The stage was set. My debut performance, and I was sweating bullets. My co-star gave me a small smile before going into full-out performance mode, voice resonating off the theatre as he sings about his love for the princess. How does he do it? Striding on stage with such vigor it made my head spin. My queue comes, and I step into the spotlight, nerves unseen under make up and costume.
And I wouldn’t mind it
If you weren’t musical.
As long as you weren’t too ashamed
Or embarrassed of your voice
To sing or hum softly
As we dance sometimes.
there a \re a lot of musicals in the world. High school, broadway. My brother was in musicals when we went to lawrence north high school. Annie was one of them, and some dead one with michael jackson. I went to a few.i went cos of friends as well. We both had a lot of friends, and a lot of them were the same. It made it fun. We all always had a blast in the summer with bonfires and guitars and merriment.
I played that sonata like it was the very essence of my being. My hands danced across the ivory top and my fingers fluttered and twittered by. They were pale and swan like, doing a dance that I was born to finish. I was a staccato beat and my music was my forte.
One word is can be loaded or can be insignificant. It can mean the end of a relationship or it could be the answer to what you want for dinner.
Rocky horror picture show. 7 brides for 7 brothers. LOVE THEM. lion king. beauty and the beast. hair I don’t like. grease. momma mia LOVE. want to see them all on broadway. only seen the one, rock of ages.
Sounds. Instruments. Tuxs. Black dresses. Notes. Head phones. Teen agers. Theaters. Concerts. Mosh. Talent. Style. Love songs. Weddings. emotions. Anti-monk.
once, someone, a german poet, spoke about those, who are singing and kissing, and that they are worth more than every knowledge possible. I don’t know if he’s right for me because the ability to feel.. isn’t this knowledge? isn’t the way you see a person and think about the persons way to be in a loving and caring way, isn’t it the same as the knowledge that this person is important to you?
I dance because I am musical……i see the notes, I hear the sond in my heart and soul. I am musical in my own way…………I dance like ranidrops sporadically, unpredictably and strong. I bless with each step. I fly with each movement. I am musical . I am the music.
I dance because I am musical……i see the notes, I hear the sond in my heart and soul. I am musical in my own way…………I dance like ranidrops sporadically, unpredictably and strong. I bless with each step. I fly with each movement. I am musical . I am musical. I am the music.
The wind chimes ring a lick into my ear curve and I smile. She asked me to stop singing but I never really started. She didn’t realize it was the sound of her eyes that tinkled like music. Oh how I love her. Green eyed and perfect. Happy Birthday.
As i sat down in the crowd all i could see was the dark smoke pulsing from the back of the stage it was like a dragon slowly breathy getting ready for the show to begin. The curtains were pulled back and people slowly walked onto the stage.
I wish that being musical wasn’t always defined as being able to sing or play an instrument professionally. I’m musical. I can twist and turn my body to follow the beat of a song. I can lose myself in music, despite the genre. I embody the world and its music. Music flows from within me.
I hate dancing musicals..Its just simply annoying. Too happy for me. i HATE PRETENDING TO BE SOMETHING OR SOMEONE THATS NOT ME. I miss being happy, i do. But i need to wake up and see that things between us is different now. I used to like musicals. :)
Sing, song, sing. Let the music ring. Life is a musical, yet we deny the song in our everyday. Leave it to a professional. View or hear it and keep your silence. No, let your song be heard everyday by everyone.
I badly wanted to watch the musical les miserables, but haven’t get the right time, I have so much things to do, such as assignments and exams and hate it! I want holiday!
musical history started a long time ago in China where a young lady used the first piece of futuristic object with a funky sound to seduce her brother, yep, she was perverted.
Life is a very long musical. People sing and dance falling into an everyday choreography. Successful people, the protagonists, the lead roles they are the ones singing and dancing to a different beat. They are the ones hitting the high notes even when they aren’t sure that they can. Choreographies get old, because its the same thing over and over. When you take a bow, who will you be?
When I am sleepy..I would cup my face and listen to the gently melodious song of my inner heart.As if I could hear the voice of birds chirping, tweeting sweetly to my ears, then gradually both of my eye lids twitch and close …I listen and listen till I found myself lie on my own arms and waking up having numbed fatigue.
I was musical once, but no longer. The piano haunts the room waiting for someone musical but I must always disappoint her
If only she knew. I wish I could help her
i love it so much, its everything to me and i always listen to music when im home, and a also think, that I AM very musical. oh wait. i love it. i just love it. all about it.
there was a musical on at the local theatre. Jules didn’t want to go but Peter did and so she swallowed her pride and agreed to accompany him. it was a show called The Boyfriend and although at first she watched with gritted teeth, she finally relaxed and actually enjoyed it. the costumes, songs and dance were all set in the 20s and a real attention had been paid to the details. The story was fresh and fun, though it rehashed the old classic of the dressing room girl ending up the star of the show, and it didn’t make her groan, even inwardly. She made a conscious decision not to be so grumpy in future and to agree to more things. She was aware that Peter often found her grumpy and sulky, and she knew this could only lead to one thing. At her age she really didn’t want to be out there on the market again, and she loved Peter most of the time, anyway. She wondered why her default mode had become so miserable these last months – was it a gradual thing or had it started suddenly, triggered by some event she’d not even noticed at the time?
Suck. Unless of course it’s a Disney movie orMarry Poppins. Is Mary Poppins a Disney movie? They move me in ways I can’t imagine. I mean c’mon….Lion King?!
musicality – i have none although have wished for it all my life – so have my husband and kids whom i sing too daily, sounds alright to me!
He wasn’t much of a talker and conversation was difficult for him. But, music, now that was something that was deep inside of him. He couldn’t wait to hear the sound of his nails on the piano keys or the sound of a reed breaking. Not your typical musical fascination.
Fantoma din operă şi Isus Cristos Superstar sînt spectacolele muzicale pe care le-am ascultat. Dar nu le-am văzut. Ba, cred că l-am văzut pe ultimul.
The notes flowed straight to her ears, but to no one else’s Everybody only heard the slow whispers of the wind. But she heard music. The hollow sound as it turned around the corner, the eerie groan as it pushed into the shutters. It was strange, but music nonetheless.
At my high school they put on a ton of musicals. There were probably around two a year. I really enjoyed watching them perform and wishing that my singing voice was good enough to perform with them. I also had a friend who was heavily envolved with these musicals.
The musical brought the man to his knees, weeping. He was so tough and strong but hearing those beautiful words in that beautiful song, telling a story that seemed like it was from a page of his own life- It filled him to the brim.