He plays the instrument like hi life depends on it. Seeing him stood up there on stage, sweat dripping off his fringe make the hours spent sat in the kitchen listening to him to play until his fingers bled, even whilst I was working, or cooking, or trying to sleep, worthwhile. The arguments and memories turn into dust; it’s just him and his guitar.
To be in a play or musical is probably one of the greatest experiences a person could have. Working with other creative, talented, and invested people toward a common goal can lead to astounding moments of genius, where we inspire each other.
The child plays in the sun enjoying the rays that warm her from within. She is alone; sometimes lonely and often not. She climbs trees and her giggles echo as if they are rolling of crystal chimes.
Ingrid
The beauty about life is that the more you play, the more you laugh, run, jump, skip, throw mud, clime trees, and act like a child…the more you live. Therefore the more “you”, you become.
I have only seen one play in New York City when I saw Wicked with my family. I never really liked plays but that one was cool. I almost fell asleep though which would have been really embarrassing. I prefer adventure films to plays.
Kim
Wenn ich spiele, dann vergesse ich, was draußen um mich herum passiert. Ich gebe mich ganz hinein, ich höre nach innen, ich bin “in der Zone”, wie es einer meiner momentanen Lieblingsschriftsteller sagt, ich bin jenseits von Gut und Böse. Ich sehe, ich höre, ich rieche, ich spüre und ich bin ganz da und ganz woanders.
One day she wants to show the world the plays she’s written, the ones she’s labored on day after day, wanting to maybe send them out and see if anyone will like them as much as she likes them. A second’s worth of hesitation pauses her hand though, and she files them away thinking, “Maybe another day, I’ll show the world the plays I’ve written.”
“It’s all a play”, I read. “All of life is a drama and a play”. That quote sticks with me to this day, I remind myself of it. Life isn’t serious, it’s a big deal…yeah. True. But, it’s something else to and when the time comes I’ll pull those curtains back and reveal myself. A final curtain.
“Oh, does she?” I put down my fork. “And is she good at it?”
“One of the best,” said Sarah. “She’s been invited to perform at concerts and symphonies all over the world.”
“Marvelous. Makes me wish I had kept up my musical hobbies.”
“Oh, what did you play?”
I smile. “The triangle,” I reply. “I think I was quite good at it.”
“A master, eh?”
Belinda Roddie
all day he plays with the box. He doesn’t know what it my contain. It does not matter. His mother looks down, wishing she had the ability to be satisfied with such blissful ignorance.
Plays were books in action. A movie where the characters lived and breathed in front of you. The theater brought people to life and killed them in the course of an hour. A man who was shot would sing, not bleed. It was the perfect place to start a riot.
and there we were, arguing as always. she has to have her plays doesn’t she? of course that’s what well end up doing for the evening. sadly, I have no lines in this script.
A girl plays in the park. The play is a simple one – skipping rope. She likes it. Her mum watches her play. She remembers the happy times when she was skipping rope in the same park. Being happy has different shapes.
I have always loved plays. I don’t know why. They last less time than movies. Movies are almost timeless. You can watch old VHS tapes or blue rays but the movies are almost always transfered to the newest tech. Plays though. Plays are not timeless. Maybe that’s why I love them.
Taylor
Callouses from building set pieces, bruises from falling flats, and a burn from when you almost dropped that lamp.
The man watched wistfully as the young children on the street skipped rope. Stroking his prosthetic leg the slowly turned away.
Lady Woman
I find myself to be somewhat a fan of high school plays. I like seeing the students on stage taking on roles of others and forming different situations because most of the time I know that there’s so much drama and tension going on behind the curtains.
When I was little I played with my sister a lot. That was because there wasn’t really anyone else around. My dad would be working on something at my mom would be at work so I was left with little Marie. I had a cousin who lived down stairs, but she was much older than Marie or I.
Denise
love them though they can be a bit boring sometimes… only fun stuff, things to laugh with is what can make me sit down for over an hour with my full attention. Low attention span, very tough to stay intrigued
sarah
She loved the Plays, she sat through them every year on the edge of her seat. While other students watched with passive, bored expressions, hers flickered through delight, sorrow, and excitement. They were history and love and wonder all wrapped into one gorgeous, perfect package. They were everything and she couldn’t understand why no one else saw it.
Something you do with someone else. Also, what the heck are we writing here for each other? Is this our world? What we have for one another is just a series of…
Right, … well with others. I love when one word … off of the other. It’s a just so metaphor about a wonderful lilting feeling of lightness and fun…
Byron Go
I saw a lot of plays when I went to New York
Okay that’s a lie
I didn’t
I wanted to
But I ended up doing other things and was just too busy
Oh!
Wait, my class all went to see Chicago.
Okay so I didn’t lie
But I would have liked to see more.
M
Music plays. A child plays. But, heck, even an adult plays. At least I do. I play and i play music and i feel younger for that, and that’s great. Everybody likes to feel younger, isn’t it? Anyway I surely like it. As Ramones said, I don’t wanna grow up
Monica
I already did this word, is there another word. I’m tired of writing about plays. Let it flow, flow flow flow. It can’t be stopped, I can’t be stopped. My brain is my compass, I can’t feel my toes, or nails. i want to make art, a lot of art.
Sharice
The kids were all playing in the yard and I felt at peace. Knowing they were all safe and having fun, it was good for them to see them acting normal after all that happened. It makes me so happy to know that they can move on from this so easily. Me on the other hand, it’s not so easy. I wasn’t as sheltered from everything. They will get to find out about the rest later but for now it’s my burden to carry and it’s their job to be children.
Theaters have plays. Baseball games have plays. But a play is also trick played in a con game. The world has plays. Keep a wary eye out for them, especially at baseball games and theaters.
Mister Buser
shakespeare
romeo
king lear
musicals
sound of music
goat
school
rocky horror show
glee
Gina
The clock was ticking down and it was all up to me and how I commanded my fellow teammates. This was the time; this was it. How I decided would change the outcome of the game for good or for worse and I had one second, maybe two, to choose.
Frayel-Mistborn
Plays are the art shown from the bottom of a idea and reflected on the iris of people making up one new idea from one’s previous.
Ro
Plays are that of shakesphere. Real life on the setting of a fictional stage. It is art imitating life. Plays show us sides of ourselves that why may never knew existed. It’s the ability to see ourselves through the eyes of art.
Joshua
Playing around was the thing to do. Children, teens, animals. But some adult seem to have forgotten how to have fun.
Theater, and costumes. People acting like someone they’re not and completely making fools of themselves. Humor. Laughing. Dancing. Being alive and young and free.
Delph
Like an actress in a play
She makes the world feel
The way she moves through the stage
Makes the audience quiver with emotion
Anger
Happiness
Opposites within a single Act
Smiles
They drown the stage with tears
You can feel her heart beat from the last row
And she can feel yours
Staring at you through the crowed
She found you
The play is fictional but oh so real
She makes it real
You fell in love with a fictional character
whenever that song plays—that tune that makes ya body move to a groove like no other. it plays a melody so sweet that you can almost taste it. it arouses it senses. you feel it, hear it, smell it even—and it plays on…
enjoyable, students like to play and act, a way of natural learning, having fun is growing and developining, about creating talents
Kr
An empty stage. A single spotlight. Theres magic and fairie dust all around. The magic of theatre is absoulutely incomparable, and it casts its spell on evreyone involved. Actors, audience alike. There’s something incredibly intoxicating about it. truly. it’s magic
He plays the instrument like hi life depends on it. Seeing him stood up there on stage, sweat dripping off his fringe make the hours spent sat in the kitchen listening to him to play until his fingers bled, even whilst I was working, or cooking, or trying to sleep, worthwhile. The arguments and memories turn into dust; it’s just him and his guitar.
Theatre
Music
Press
Ground
Forward
To be in a play or musical is probably one of the greatest experiences a person could have. Working with other creative, talented, and invested people toward a common goal can lead to astounding moments of genius, where we inspire each other.
The child plays in the sun enjoying the rays that warm her from within. She is alone; sometimes lonely and often not. She climbs trees and her giggles echo as if they are rolling of crystal chimes.
The beauty about life is that the more you play, the more you laugh, run, jump, skip, throw mud, clime trees, and act like a child…the more you live. Therefore the more “you”, you become.
I have only seen one play in New York City when I saw Wicked with my family. I never really liked plays but that one was cool. I almost fell asleep though which would have been really embarrassing. I prefer adventure films to plays.
Wenn ich spiele, dann vergesse ich, was draußen um mich herum passiert. Ich gebe mich ganz hinein, ich höre nach innen, ich bin “in der Zone”, wie es einer meiner momentanen Lieblingsschriftsteller sagt, ich bin jenseits von Gut und Böse. Ich sehe, ich höre, ich rieche, ich spüre und ich bin ganz da und ganz woanders.
One day she wants to show the world the plays she’s written, the ones she’s labored on day after day, wanting to maybe send them out and see if anyone will like them as much as she likes them. A second’s worth of hesitation pauses her hand though, and she files them away thinking, “Maybe another day, I’ll show the world the plays I’ve written.”
“It’s all a play”, I read. “All of life is a drama and a play”. That quote sticks with me to this day, I remind myself of it. Life isn’t serious, it’s a big deal…yeah. True. But, it’s something else to and when the time comes I’ll pull those curtains back and reveal myself. A final curtain.
Scream till your lungs go dead
You still have to take this step
We’re just actors in this filthy game
We run their plays to polish their name
They were the one thing that kept her going. Kept her moving. Kept her living and feeling. The only thing that kept her going was not being herself.
“She plays the oboe.”
“Oh, does she?” I put down my fork. “And is she good at it?”
“One of the best,” said Sarah. “She’s been invited to perform at concerts and symphonies all over the world.”
“Marvelous. Makes me wish I had kept up my musical hobbies.”
“Oh, what did you play?”
I smile. “The triangle,” I reply. “I think I was quite good at it.”
“A master, eh?”
all day he plays with the box. He doesn’t know what it my contain. It does not matter. His mother looks down, wishing she had the ability to be satisfied with such blissful ignorance.
Plays were books in action. A movie where the characters lived and breathed in front of you. The theater brought people to life and killed them in the course of an hour. A man who was shot would sing, not bleed. It was the perfect place to start a riot.
and there we were, arguing as always. she has to have her plays doesn’t she? of course that’s what well end up doing for the evening. sadly, I have no lines in this script.
A girl plays in the park. The play is a simple one – skipping rope. She likes it. Her mum watches her play. She remembers the happy times when she was skipping rope in the same park. Being happy has different shapes.
I have always loved plays. I don’t know why. They last less time than movies. Movies are almost timeless. You can watch old VHS tapes or blue rays but the movies are almost always transfered to the newest tech. Plays though. Plays are not timeless. Maybe that’s why I love them.
Callouses from building set pieces, bruises from falling flats, and a burn from when you almost dropped that lamp.
I play games and do nothing productive too much of the time.
The man watched wistfully as the young children on the street skipped rope. Stroking his prosthetic leg the slowly turned away.
I find myself to be somewhat a fan of high school plays. I like seeing the students on stage taking on roles of others and forming different situations because most of the time I know that there’s so much drama and tension going on behind the curtains.
When I was little I played with my sister a lot. That was because there wasn’t really anyone else around. My dad would be working on something at my mom would be at work so I was left with little Marie. I had a cousin who lived down stairs, but she was much older than Marie or I.
love them though they can be a bit boring sometimes… only fun stuff, things to laugh with is what can make me sit down for over an hour with my full attention. Low attention span, very tough to stay intrigued
She loved the Plays, she sat through them every year on the edge of her seat. While other students watched with passive, bored expressions, hers flickered through delight, sorrow, and excitement. They were history and love and wonder all wrapped into one gorgeous, perfect package. They were everything and she couldn’t understand why no one else saw it.
Something you do with someone else. Also, what the heck are we writing here for each other? Is this our world? What we have for one another is just a series of…
Right, … well with others. I love when one word … off of the other. It’s a just so metaphor about a wonderful lilting feeling of lightness and fun…
I saw a lot of plays when I went to New York
Okay that’s a lie
I didn’t
I wanted to
But I ended up doing other things and was just too busy
Oh!
Wait, my class all went to see Chicago.
Okay so I didn’t lie
But I would have liked to see more.
Music plays. A child plays. But, heck, even an adult plays. At least I do. I play and i play music and i feel younger for that, and that’s great. Everybody likes to feel younger, isn’t it? Anyway I surely like it. As Ramones said, I don’t wanna grow up
I already did this word, is there another word. I’m tired of writing about plays. Let it flow, flow flow flow. It can’t be stopped, I can’t be stopped. My brain is my compass, I can’t feel my toes, or nails. i want to make art, a lot of art.
The kids were all playing in the yard and I felt at peace. Knowing they were all safe and having fun, it was good for them to see them acting normal after all that happened. It makes me so happy to know that they can move on from this so easily. Me on the other hand, it’s not so easy. I wasn’t as sheltered from everything. They will get to find out about the rest later but for now it’s my burden to carry and it’s their job to be children.
Theaters have plays. Baseball games have plays. But a play is also trick played in a con game. The world has plays. Keep a wary eye out for them, especially at baseball games and theaters.
shakespeare
romeo
king lear
musicals
sound of music
goat
school
rocky horror show
glee
The clock was ticking down and it was all up to me and how I commanded my fellow teammates. This was the time; this was it. How I decided would change the outcome of the game for good or for worse and I had one second, maybe two, to choose.
Plays are the art shown from the bottom of a idea and reflected on the iris of people making up one new idea from one’s previous.
Plays are that of shakesphere. Real life on the setting of a fictional stage. It is art imitating life. Plays show us sides of ourselves that why may never knew existed. It’s the ability to see ourselves through the eyes of art.
Playing around was the thing to do. Children, teens, animals. But some adult seem to have forgotten how to have fun.
Theater, and costumes. People acting like someone they’re not and completely making fools of themselves. Humor. Laughing. Dancing. Being alive and young and free.
Like an actress in a play
She makes the world feel
The way she moves through the stage
Makes the audience quiver with emotion
Anger
Happiness
Opposites within a single Act
Smiles
They drown the stage with tears
You can feel her heart beat from the last row
And she can feel yours
Staring at you through the crowed
She found you
The play is fictional but oh so real
She makes it real
You fell in love with a fictional character
whenever that song plays—that tune that makes ya body move to a groove like no other. it plays a melody so sweet that you can almost taste it. it arouses it senses. you feel it, hear it, smell it even—and it plays on…
enjoyable, students like to play and act, a way of natural learning, having fun is growing and developining, about creating talents
An empty stage. A single spotlight. Theres magic and fairie dust all around. The magic of theatre is absoulutely incomparable, and it casts its spell on evreyone involved. Actors, audience alike. There’s something incredibly intoxicating about it. truly. it’s magic