the audience clapped as i stepped on to the slippery stage. it was a saturday and i knew that most of them wished instead that they were at the Pancake House, but their supportive nature made them come to see me perform instead. I took a deep breath and sighed. This was just the beginning.
sitting standing fighting crying those fuckers. swaying thinking they’ve made some friends, i’ll give you a hug a kiss on the cheer. I’ll imagine your name is John and think about you in 5 years. I will stand beside you or far away and i’ll wonder who else is out there and why i didn’t elbow them too.
someone to look
laugh
someone who wants to dance to watch and transform themselves
let us amaze you… ladies and gentleman.
let us astound you
let us blind you so you can mingle and bring back more
stand behind bullet proof glass
I have a crowd of people watching me. I’m sweating. I feel nervous. The audience is dead silent. I can only hear my heart beating. I can’t think. I forget my lines. The other people on stage are getting mad.
THeaudience, wide eyed and staring took in the lucious young girl before them. this was Her, the famed author of the most stunningly novel in the for the last 5 months?
speaking. talking in front of a group. i’m to scared to do that. i freak out with even the thought. people judging. clapping. applauding. cheering. maybe they won’t like it. movies. theature.
I do not like an audience
i never have an audience
i create
and i play
in my room
just for me
however
i always fantasize
about having an audience
but fear prohibits me
from ever making that a legitimate
and potential reality
audience is a group of people
who judge you
theyre are there to judge
your art
The audience goes silent as the actor takes the stage. He glares at them, and they move uncomfortably in their seats. You can feel the tension in the air as he stands on the stage, saying nothing, doing nothing, just looking into the abyss in darkness. The audience titters nervously, clearing their throats, as they start to look down into their laps, at their feet.
they clap when you go on and off stage
they make you feel good about yoursle
fthey can make you feel nervous
i am part of the audience
everyone you see during the day is part of your everyday audience for a viewing of your life
if you are in the audience shout obsenities and see how many people laugh around you xD
tell jokes to make audiences laugh
just audience
This is when you have a large amount of people watching you. It could be good or bad but it means that you’re under pressure and you’re being watched. You have to make sure whatever you say is going to be approriate for the people who are watching you, in this case your audience. Shock appeal can factor in here, depending on what you’re going for. Some people want to blow peoples minds away. Others want to change their lives. And other people thorw on a concert
The audience wasn’t listening, and the composer didn’t care. The fact that his orchestra was playing at all was enough to keep him both both sane and alive. The audience, in turn, was happy to have an orchestra — any orchestra — to listen to. To do otherwise meant a slow and painful death at the hands of the Reavers of Culture.
A great man once said that the worlds a stage and each one of us is a player, but who does that mean the audience is? Is it our friends? Peers? Family? Authority figures? Life is meant for us to watch and enjoy, you should be your own audience as well as your own star. It doesn’t matter if other people think your joke is funny, just you.
a large crowd that makes me uncomfortable. all i can think of is standing in my underwear. but i shouldn’t care, right? people are supposed to feel most comfortable that way. don’t they tell you to imagine people in their underwear? i think it just terrifies me. maybe, i’m insane. audience, no, thanks.
the audience roared with dissatisfaction. it was the worst day of my life. it was the culmination of six months of preparation. for what? a bunch of fucking “boo”s.
The audience sat in expectation waiting for the curtain to rise. They were from all over the place, different races, different creeds, but they had been brought together to watch this one show. They were there to watch one piece of theater. It was what brought them together. It was what united them for the moment.
I went to the theater and there was a huge audience. They were watching my every move. I didn’t know if they liked it, but they seemed to judge and criticize everything that I did. It seems as though everywhere I go there is an audience judging me. They dont understand theough. I am not judging them. Why do they think that they know me simply because they see the way I act- That is not who I am
No one ever sees what I am doing, is what I tell myself.
The pastor tells a story of a little boy who stole cookies from the cookie jar. When he lied to his mom, she told him that God saw him take them. He said, “No He didn’t. I ate them under the table.”
But now I know his mom was right. Now I know she was right.
He sees me do bad things too. He sees me binge and purge at night. He sees me lie to my friends and family.
My dad always says, “Live for an audience of One.”
(This is mine, I accidentally posted it a few minutes ago under a friend’s name. Oops.)
A group of people. Who you write to. A nest of hungry birds, eagerly waiting with baited breath on your vomit, your upheaval of words, mixed with goo and other unsavory things.
No one ever sees what I am doing, is what I tell myself.
The pastor tells a story of a little boy who stole cookies from the cookie jar. When he lied to his mom, she told him that God saw him take them. He said, “No He didn’t. I ate them under the table.”
But now I know his mom was right. Now I know she was right.
He sees me do bad things too. He sees me binge and purge at night. He sees me lie to my friends and family.
My dad always says, “Live for an audience of One.”
They’re the ones who watch us, whether we are on stage, at the grocery store, even taking a shower. Any one in ears, arms, sights, emotions reach are our audience members, who will or won’t respond. How well do you perform your life?
An audience. Necessary for a lot of things. Usually the reason people do things, too. Comedians, journalists, teachers, authors, and many professions do what they do for their audience; to show what they represent to a group of people. Peer pressure.
an audience can vary from people watching youin life to those watching a play. audiences are judgemental and can cause hurt or upset but also have the power to make you feel great and whole as if you have achieved something beautiful. audiences in life are all those who are around you everyday and watching you from your family to passers by in the street. when you walk down the street you are watching life like it is a play therefore iyou are a member of the audience of life. audiences can be loud and brashor quiet and taking in the subject with thought and dignity.
I guess there is an audience for what I am about to say. A crowd of people, maybe small, maybe large, is going to read this. I won’t know who’s reading this, either. I guess I’ll just picture all of you in your underwear as I type this to make me less nervous. But that may just arouse me instead…
A group of people that watch something. i have an audience when i swim. a big group of people. I have been in the audience for many things such as concerts and have seen big audiences while i have been in the center of what they are watching
Roaring and Exploding, no one clapped. Outraged and Offended, they watched her naked bones cross the stage, she tried to apologize, but nothing came out, just bats.
your audience if often a deciding factor to what and how you write a piece. it can affect the story or essay dramatically. but the most importance audience member is yourself so you have to be happy with what you write as well.
I am scared of the audience. I would hate if they decided they didn’t like me. I want them to laugh and smile and be impressed. I want them to talk about me and be impressed. Pretty, smart, sexy, brilliant, everything in the world I wish I could be me. The audience scares me because what if they do not accept me. and thing I am a weird loser.
People. People waiting to be entertained. Good or bad performance, they will let you know. Clapping, yelling, booing, laughing, they will let you know…know if you have succeeded or let them down. Listen. They will listen…and they will judge. Your audience will let you know if you have a future in whatever you have chosen to perform by their own judgements…and you in return shall listen. Listen to them who are listening to you to know if you have succeeded in entertaining whatever it is you choose to deliver.
i am a performer, i live to entertain my audience.
the stage is my world and my craft is my career
it makes me feel whole and i am happiest when i am making you laugh
Don’t perform to the audience. Why is he even here if you focus only on them? You two are a duet for a reason, so look at him and have some goddamn emotional connection.
There i was standing in the middle of the stage everyone staring at me, everyone cheering my name. I was famous, finally. Rosa Starr! they all screamed, i sang the lyrics to my world known song, Star Body, they sang the words along with me. Everyone one of the people, it was very inspirational to me, very relaxing to know they love me like that!
I once was in a play and was very afraid cause i never new what the audience would do! I did fine though and became a movie star.
the audience clapped as i stepped on to the slippery stage. it was a saturday and i knew that most of them wished instead that they were at the Pancake House, but their supportive nature made them come to see me perform instead. I took a deep breath and sighed. This was just the beginning.
sitting standing fighting crying those fuckers. swaying thinking they’ve made some friends, i’ll give you a hug a kiss on the cheer. I’ll imagine your name is John and think about you in 5 years. I will stand beside you or far away and i’ll wonder who else is out there and why i didn’t elbow them too.
someone to look
laugh
someone who wants to dance to watch and transform themselves
let us amaze you… ladies and gentleman.
let us astound you
let us blind you so you can mingle and bring back more
stand behind bullet proof glass
I have a crowd of people watching me. I’m sweating. I feel nervous. The audience is dead silent. I can only hear my heart beating. I can’t think. I forget my lines. The other people on stage are getting mad.
THeaudience, wide eyed and staring took in the lucious young girl before them. this was Her, the famed author of the most stunningly novel in the for the last 5 months?
speaking. talking in front of a group. i’m to scared to do that. i freak out with even the thought. people judging. clapping. applauding. cheering. maybe they won’t like it. movies. theature.
I do not like an audience
i never have an audience
i create
and i play
in my room
just for me
however
i always fantasize
about having an audience
but fear prohibits me
from ever making that a legitimate
and potential reality
audience is a group of people
who judge you
theyre are there to judge
your art
The audience goes silent as the actor takes the stage. He glares at them, and they move uncomfortably in their seats. You can feel the tension in the air as he stands on the stage, saying nothing, doing nothing, just looking into the abyss in darkness. The audience titters nervously, clearing their throats, as they start to look down into their laps, at their feet.
they clap when you go on and off stage
they make you feel good about yoursle
fthey can make you feel nervous
i am part of the audience
everyone you see during the day is part of your everyday audience for a viewing of your life
if you are in the audience shout obsenities and see how many people laugh around you xD
tell jokes to make audiences laugh
just audience
The audience cheered
At some young fool
whose empty words
poisoned my ears
but enriched their shallow souls
the world is your audience
you can try hard to impress
or pretend they’re not there
life
is what you live
when you don’t think you have an audience.
This is when you have a large amount of people watching you. It could be good or bad but it means that you’re under pressure and you’re being watched. You have to make sure whatever you say is going to be approriate for the people who are watching you, in this case your audience. Shock appeal can factor in here, depending on what you’re going for. Some people want to blow peoples minds away. Others want to change their lives. And other people thorw on a concert
a large group of peple. something i’m terrified of. rather be a part of than be in front of. group think. applause. broadway. theatre.
The audience wasn’t listening, and the composer didn’t care. The fact that his orchestra was playing at all was enough to keep him both both sane and alive. The audience, in turn, was happy to have an orchestra — any orchestra — to listen to. To do otherwise meant a slow and painful death at the hands of the Reavers of Culture.
The audience watched as he approached the plate.
The sound was deafening. The pitcher stared him down
He wound up.
He Threw the pitch.
Johnny Swung.
He cracked it out of the park. A game winner. The crowd went silent.
A great man once said that the worlds a stage and each one of us is a player, but who does that mean the audience is? Is it our friends? Peers? Family? Authority figures? Life is meant for us to watch and enjoy, you should be your own audience as well as your own star. It doesn’t matter if other people think your joke is funny, just you.
a large crowd that makes me uncomfortable. all i can think of is standing in my underwear. but i shouldn’t care, right? people are supposed to feel most comfortable that way. don’t they tell you to imagine people in their underwear? i think it just terrifies me. maybe, i’m insane. audience, no, thanks.
people who observe actions performed by one or a group of one or more;to entertain or enjoy;something funny or cool
the audience roared with dissatisfaction. it was the worst day of my life. it was the culmination of six months of preparation. for what? a bunch of fucking “boo”s.
The audience sat in expectation waiting for the curtain to rise. They were from all over the place, different races, different creeds, but they had been brought together to watch this one show. They were there to watch one piece of theater. It was what brought them together. It was what united them for the moment.
I went to the theater and there was a huge audience. They were watching my every move. I didn’t know if they liked it, but they seemed to judge and criticize everything that I did. It seems as though everywhere I go there is an audience judging me. They dont understand theough. I am not judging them. Why do they think that they know me simply because they see the way I act- That is not who I am
No one ever sees what I am doing, is what I tell myself.
The pastor tells a story of a little boy who stole cookies from the cookie jar. When he lied to his mom, she told him that God saw him take them. He said, “No He didn’t. I ate them under the table.”
But now I know his mom was right. Now I know she was right.
He sees me do bad things too. He sees me binge and purge at night. He sees me lie to my friends and family.
My dad always says, “Live for an audience of One.”
(This is mine, I accidentally posted it a few minutes ago under a friend’s name. Oops.)
The robots in Terminator, advancing on your position steadily. Wolves, spittle and hate dripping from their uneducated mouths… Blow them away.
people watch you do something, with interest hopefully,
being seen on stage
being watched, noticed
watching a show
A group of people. Who you write to. A nest of hungry birds, eagerly waiting with baited breath on your vomit, your upheaval of words, mixed with goo and other unsavory things.
No one ever sees what I am doing, is what I tell myself.
The pastor tells a story of a little boy who stole cookies from the cookie jar. When he lied to his mom, she told him that God saw him take them. He said, “No He didn’t. I ate them under the table.”
But now I know his mom was right. Now I know she was right.
He sees me do bad things too. He sees me binge and purge at night. He sees me lie to my friends and family.
My dad always says, “Live for an audience of One.”
They’re the ones who watch us, whether we are on stage, at the grocery store, even taking a shower. Any one in ears, arms, sights, emotions reach are our audience members, who will or won’t respond. How well do you perform your life?
An audience. Necessary for a lot of things. Usually the reason people do things, too. Comedians, journalists, teachers, authors, and many professions do what they do for their audience; to show what they represent to a group of people. Peer pressure.
an audience can vary from people watching youin life to those watching a play. audiences are judgemental and can cause hurt or upset but also have the power to make you feel great and whole as if you have achieved something beautiful. audiences in life are all those who are around you everyday and watching you from your family to passers by in the street. when you walk down the street you are watching life like it is a play therefore iyou are a member of the audience of life. audiences can be loud and brashor quiet and taking in the subject with thought and dignity.
I guess there is an audience for what I am about to say. A crowd of people, maybe small, maybe large, is going to read this. I won’t know who’s reading this, either. I guess I’ll just picture all of you in your underwear as I type this to make me less nervous. But that may just arouse me instead…
A group of people that watch something. i have an audience when i swim. a big group of people. I have been in the audience for many things such as concerts and have seen big audiences while i have been in the center of what they are watching
Roaring and Exploding, no one clapped. Outraged and Offended, they watched her naked bones cross the stage, she tried to apologize, but nothing came out, just bats.
your audience if often a deciding factor to what and how you write a piece. it can affect the story or essay dramatically. but the most importance audience member is yourself so you have to be happy with what you write as well.
I am scared of the audience. I would hate if they decided they didn’t like me. I want them to laugh and smile and be impressed. I want them to talk about me and be impressed. Pretty, smart, sexy, brilliant, everything in the world I wish I could be me. The audience scares me because what if they do not accept me. and thing I am a weird loser.
People. People waiting to be entertained. Good or bad performance, they will let you know. Clapping, yelling, booing, laughing, they will let you know…know if you have succeeded or let them down. Listen. They will listen…and they will judge. Your audience will let you know if you have a future in whatever you have chosen to perform by their own judgements…and you in return shall listen. Listen to them who are listening to you to know if you have succeeded in entertaining whatever it is you choose to deliver.
“Holy shit, I can’t go out there!”
“What do you mean you ‘can’t’?”
“I’ve developed performance anxiety!”
“Oh, no you don’t! You’ve been nothing but a slave driver these past two weeks working on a new song. Your ass is going on stage!”
i am a performer, i live to entertain my audience.
the stage is my world and my craft is my career
it makes me feel whole and i am happiest when i am making you laugh
Don’t perform to the audience. Why is he even here if you focus only on them? You two are a duet for a reason, so look at him and have some goddamn emotional connection.
There i was standing in the middle of the stage everyone staring at me, everyone cheering my name. I was famous, finally. Rosa Starr! they all screamed, i sang the lyrics to my world known song, Star Body, they sang the words along with me. Everyone one of the people, it was very inspirational to me, very relaxing to know they love me like that!