In my hand like a band on a stand. I control the flow as I go to heights never known before. The stage is mine, the crowd’s vibe. Go wild as I amaze them with my skilz. Killin it like a hunter on safari. Not Atari, but nintendo.
he sings into the microphone and the crowd cheers on. he feels the rhythm of the guitar and the pounding of the drums. The base guitar gets him pumped and he’s ready to rock on. he then flings his microphone over his shoulder and whips it back forward to belt out the first lyrics of his song and the adrenaline begins to pump. its a go
A microphone makes a small, a unimportant sound heard in a empty room into a powerful tool, a tool that can shake nations or bring joy to millions of people.
‘How are you doing that with your voice?’ She asked.
‘Doing what?’
‘Projecting it!’
‘Oh, yeah its a microphone. Implanted in my back molar.’
He cracked his neck to the left in a sudden jerk.
‘Now its off.’
Then he cracked it in the same way but this time to the right.
‘NOW ITS ON.’
i already got this word. so i ahve no idea qwhat to say. yuiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i think microphones are to make yourself clear. speak out, and up. its to get a message out to the world in a loud clear way. they cant just listen, they also need to believe. microphones are for famous singers who dont have a loud enough voice to get out there.
thats it my microphone broke…. I couldn’t believe how hard I had tried. My one life goal gone. Simple for a microphone all it has to do is project. I’m the one with the brain. Or mmaybe not? AM i a microphone for others thoughts?
begin speaking into the microphone broadcast your words your thoughts your breathing like you’re whispering in their ears so they believe you so they love you so you worm your way into the cracks of their hearing and you know we have a tendency to believe
the microphones don’t make clear the cacophony, or edit out the spells, they just add to them, fizzling too loud words into our ears, seeping into our senseless brains, filtering through to cabbage whiteness, hearing nothing.
How he loved the microphone.
He used to make up little rhymes and attempt to beat box, sitting on the floor of our tiny one-bedroom apartment, making all our friends laugh.
My friend had a wonderful singing voice. Her talent is singing. That i believe is somehting given to her by God. i havent heard her ding in a long time. She was really good in the sixth grade and i was always little envious. We listend to hilary duff together al the time. maybe i only lsitend to hilary duff because she did. I dont like hilary anymore though. She isnt my style.
She grabbed the microphone away from the jerk ruining the ceremonies. How on earth can people be so dumb? What makes an idiot in a bunny costume running on to stage and interrupting the proceedings funny?
I only can imagine standing there in front of the microphone, in front of thousands, trying to pour my heart out in song. If only I was creative enough to write my own music. I would write so all the world could hear and never, ever, stop.
there was no response from the body..not even a low moan that her super sensitive microphone could pick up.she had to do the unthinkable.it was time for drastic measures.the time to act was now
Honestly, if I had one right in front of my face, thousands of people with their eyes on me, I have not a wise word of my own. All I’ve learned is happiness comes from listening and being listened to, not talking.
The microphone stood lonely and abandoned in the center of the equally empty bar. All around it swirled a multitude of spiderwebs and napkins whose cacophonous swirling were picked up and amplified ten times over, turned into ever increasing sound of absence leaking into the walls.
a microphone is something you speak through, or sing through. i have a small microphone that i plug into my computer to record harmonies with myself. i don’t do it too often though because audacity doesn’t always work. when i was in year 11 a boy kicked a micrphone out of my hand whilst i w
Loudly through the speaker. Words that ring through halls. Your ears can see what your eyes cannot. Clearly, silently. Speeches, poetry. Music and words intertwined through a machine.
they are black and holey, make you very loud, make very annoying noises, squeaky
people who can’t sing need to stay away from them,, like Becca. lalalalalalal can’t think of anything
Her knees shook and her throat went dry as she stepped up to the microphone. Her heart pounded like a caged bird against her ribs. A thousand eyes stared back at her, judging and demanding. Her lids fluttered closed and the darkness offered comfort and courage. Then she began to sing, straight from her frantically beating heart.
The seed of of a hidden desire, creeping softly from my voice box into the stratosphere. Cursed to silence, as they tell me it is not my place, that I best service elsewhere. There is a scream in my heart, reverberating and rattling a white cage furiously. There is no other way I can remove this blight. I will reach for it.
A microphone.
used for projecting the voice.
for telling others about your self, your views, ideas.
microphones are temperamental.
if not handled correctly, they’ll make a horrendous squawking noise.
a microphone is something that singers use to project their voices. I think they are quite helpul because they help people be heard better in a large gcroud. It’s much better than the ancient ways on just getting people to repreat everything that was said again and again farther into the croud until everyone had heard. I like mics becuase they are awsome at concerts.
Something you speak into. It projects your words so the world can hear. A microphone makes you louder, but not eloquent. It merely voices your opinions, like an extra mouthpiece. You do not need the microphone, it is but a necessity. It does what you can accomplish without it.
This this is truly trash. A piece of equipment locked to my head, streaming sound to another user some distance away. It is too loud. Too quiet other times. It gasps and clashes static and picks up everything. Is that a dog outside? Why yes, yes it is. You can hear it because it can hear everything. Including the car the neighbors drive.
Screaming in a music venue the crowd exhausted from excitement, smoke filled the room from each fowl cigarette and there she sat, alone. And there he stood, alone not a sound to be heard .
She slowly inched her way towards the microphone. Hands shaking, heart thumping she took a deep breath. She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes and let the music out. And all at once the world became steady. All at once her worries, her fears, the memories of him leaving – that all vanished. All at once everything became calm. The music. The music would save her.
He stepped up to the microphone and paused, looking around the candle-lit conference room where the sales and marketing teams were celebrating teh successful year that had just concluded.
‘I don’t want to make any long speeches, or interrupt your meal, but I need to have your attention for a minute.’ Silence descended gradually across the assembled group. ‘I have an important announcement to make…’
A microphone. It amplifies life in such a way that one can barely explain it. Amplify your life. Make it loud. Make it known. Grab a hold of a microphone a let your feelings go. tell the world what you feel. BE LOUD AND PROUD. Amplify the world with your words.
A microphone can enhance a person’s voice to the extent of making it sound more clear and louder. It can also be intimidating to some who use one only on occasion. I personally like to hear the way my voice sounds when I use a microphone.
If only I had a microphone, I could tell you how much I love you. If only I had a microphone I could tell you how much I care. If only I had a microphone, I could let you know that I’m here.
makes the sound louder for the singer. without a mic this would be a much sadder place where you can only listen to your favourite bands if you were friends with them, however more people might take up music and therefore there might be more cool parties to go to. however i still like a da mic
“Talk into the microphone,” said the angel to God. “Or else no one will be able to hear you.” But God kept looking around and talking anywhere but in the microphone. He was also muttering his words, and using some strange syntax no one in heaven had heard before. It was as if he wanted to be misunderstood.
In my hand like a band on a stand. I control the flow as I go to heights never known before. The stage is mine, the crowd’s vibe. Go wild as I amaze them with my skilz. Killin it like a hunter on safari. Not Atari, but nintendo.
he sings into the microphone and the crowd cheers on. he feels the rhythm of the guitar and the pounding of the drums. The base guitar gets him pumped and he’s ready to rock on. he then flings his microphone over his shoulder and whips it back forward to belt out the first lyrics of his song and the adrenaline begins to pump. its a go
A microphone makes a small, a unimportant sound heard in a empty room into a powerful tool, a tool that can shake nations or bring joy to millions of people.
‘How are you doing that with your voice?’ She asked.
‘Doing what?’
‘Projecting it!’
‘Oh, yeah its a microphone. Implanted in my back molar.’
He cracked his neck to the left in a sudden jerk.
‘Now its off.’
Then he cracked it in the same way but this time to the right.
‘NOW ITS ON.’
i already got this word. so i ahve no idea qwhat to say. yuiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i think microphones are to make yourself clear. speak out, and up. its to get a message out to the world in a loud clear way. they cant just listen, they also need to believe. microphones are for famous singers who dont have a loud enough voice to get out there.
Microphones are a privilege not a right.
thats it my microphone broke…. I couldn’t believe how hard I had tried. My one life goal gone. Simple for a microphone all it has to do is project. I’m the one with the brain. Or mmaybe not? AM i a microphone for others thoughts?
begin speaking into the microphone broadcast your words your thoughts your breathing like you’re whispering in their ears so they believe you so they love you so you worm your way into the cracks of their hearing and you know we have a tendency to believe
the microphones don’t make clear the cacophony, or edit out the spells, they just add to them, fizzling too loud words into our ears, seeping into our senseless brains, filtering through to cabbage whiteness, hearing nothing.
How he loved the microphone.
He used to make up little rhymes and attempt to beat box, sitting on the floor of our tiny one-bedroom apartment, making all our friends laugh.
to amplify the voice
to amplify the music
to always be heard even with out a blow horn
sometimes they get screechy and whiny
but they serve a purpose
I tapped it and stared.
Then stared.
Then stared.
They waited. They stared.
I ran.
My friend had a wonderful singing voice. Her talent is singing. That i believe is somehting given to her by God. i havent heard her ding in a long time. She was really good in the sixth grade and i was always little envious. We listend to hilary duff together al the time. maybe i only lsitend to hilary duff because she did. I dont like hilary anymore though. She isnt my style.
She grabbed the microphone away from the jerk ruining the ceremonies. How on earth can people be so dumb? What makes an idiot in a bunny costume running on to stage and interrupting the proceedings funny?
I only can imagine standing there in front of the microphone, in front of thousands, trying to pour my heart out in song. If only I was creative enough to write my own music. I would write so all the world could hear and never, ever, stop.
there was no response from the body..not even a low moan that her super sensitive microphone could pick up.she had to do the unthinkable.it was time for drastic measures.the time to act was now
Honestly, if I had one right in front of my face, thousands of people with their eyes on me, I have not a wise word of my own. All I’ve learned is happiness comes from listening and being listened to, not talking.
The microphone stood lonely and abandoned in the center of the equally empty bar. All around it swirled a multitude of spiderwebs and napkins whose cacophonous swirling were picked up and amplified ten times over, turned into ever increasing sound of absence leaking into the walls.
a microphone is something you speak through, or sing through. i have a small microphone that i plug into my computer to record harmonies with myself. i don’t do it too often though because audacity doesn’t always work. when i was in year 11 a boy kicked a micrphone out of my hand whilst i w
She loves the microphone like a pet that loves her in return and makes her voice as large as the room where everyone listens and loves.
Loudly through the speaker. Words that ring through halls. Your ears can see what your eyes cannot. Clearly, silently. Speeches, poetry. Music and words intertwined through a machine.
they are black and holey, make you very loud, make very annoying noises, squeaky
people who can’t sing need to stay away from them,, like Becca. lalalalalalal can’t think of anything
Her knees shook and her throat went dry as she stepped up to the microphone. Her heart pounded like a caged bird against her ribs. A thousand eyes stared back at her, judging and demanding. Her lids fluttered closed and the darkness offered comfort and courage. Then she began to sing, straight from her frantically beating heart.
The seed of of a hidden desire, creeping softly from my voice box into the stratosphere. Cursed to silence, as they tell me it is not my place, that I best service elsewhere. There is a scream in my heart, reverberating and rattling a white cage furiously. There is no other way I can remove this blight. I will reach for it.
A microphone.
used for projecting the voice.
for telling others about your self, your views, ideas.
microphones are temperamental.
if not handled correctly, they’ll make a horrendous squawking noise.
a microphone is something that singers use to project their voices. I think they are quite helpul because they help people be heard better in a large gcroud. It’s much better than the ancient ways on just getting people to repreat everything that was said again and again farther into the croud until everyone had heard. I like mics becuase they are awsome at concerts.
Something you speak into. It projects your words so the world can hear. A microphone makes you louder, but not eloquent. It merely voices your opinions, like an extra mouthpiece. You do not need the microphone, it is but a necessity. It does what you can accomplish without it.
This this is truly trash. A piece of equipment locked to my head, streaming sound to another user some distance away. It is too loud. Too quiet other times. It gasps and clashes static and picks up everything. Is that a dog outside? Why yes, yes it is. You can hear it because it can hear everything. Including the car the neighbors drive.
Screaming in a music venue the crowd exhausted from excitement, smoke filled the room from each fowl cigarette and there she sat, alone. And there he stood, alone not a sound to be heard .
She slowly inched her way towards the microphone. Hands shaking, heart thumping she took a deep breath. She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes and let the music out. And all at once the world became steady. All at once her worries, her fears, the memories of him leaving – that all vanished. All at once everything became calm. The music. The music would save her.
sound the buzz, listen to the noise and love it, just loose the mind maybe you’ll find something else that could be fun.
He stepped up to the microphone and paused, looking around the candle-lit conference room where the sales and marketing teams were celebrating teh successful year that had just concluded.
‘I don’t want to make any long speeches, or interrupt your meal, but I need to have your attention for a minute.’ Silence descended gradually across the assembled group. ‘I have an important announcement to make…’
speak loudly into your microphone. Use it well to speak the truth. Sing your heart out. Don’t take now for an answer.
A microphone. It amplifies life in such a way that one can barely explain it. Amplify your life. Make it loud. Make it known. Grab a hold of a microphone a let your feelings go. tell the world what you feel. BE LOUD AND PROUD. Amplify the world with your words.
A microphone can enhance a person’s voice to the extent of making it sound more clear and louder. It can also be intimidating to some who use one only on occasion. I personally like to hear the way my voice sounds when I use a microphone.
If only I had a microphone, I could tell you how much I love you. If only I had a microphone I could tell you how much I care. If only I had a microphone, I could let you know that I’m here.
makes the sound louder for the singer. without a mic this would be a much sadder place where you can only listen to your favourite bands if you were friends with them, however more people might take up music and therefore there might be more cool parties to go to. however i still like a da mic
“Talk into the microphone,” said the angel to God. “Or else no one will be able to hear you.” But God kept looking around and talking anywhere but in the microphone. He was also muttering his words, and using some strange syntax no one in heaven had heard before. It was as if he wanted to be misunderstood.
it’s also called a mic as a short form. it is used at many places. i use it to talk to my friends and family on the computer.