again, again with all the sound, the mind numbing sound, a chorus of screeching tires and dying cats and idiots with those stupid clacking noise-makers. They all shout in unison, “we hate you! we want you to suffer! We sing you psalms of pain!”
Everyone in the chorus had a fantastic voice. But someone stuck me as outstanding. It was the petite girl in a pink dress in the front row. Her voice was like an angel’s, except better. Oh how I would love to meet this gorgeous singer, but my shy personality would take reign once again and I would be forced to just watch in the background.
the best time to hear a chorus singing is most definitely not the same instant your car goes off the road and you here the crushing, clawing sound of metal, wrapping around itself, twisting and grinding, but over all of that, Angels.
A whole bunch of fools screaming their guts up, belching sound like a big beautiful plague ridden people, wasting away in the sound of pain and agony until they run out of air and give it up. You know, all of it.
The wooden benches are scratched with use and wear, white paint peeking out from under black where someone’s wayward pen left a deep indention. The voices rise above the rafters, stream through the windows, reverberating in the glass. They slip under the crack near the door, echo down the empty hallway.
i like to sing. sometimes, i sing alone in my room and dance. i feel the freedom in living this way. i’ll sing in the shower and pretend that i am famous for it. i’ll pretend i’m in the rain singing a sad song. sometimes, i close my eyes and listen to the rhythm and the bass. i feel the love inside the notes, inside the words.
scales and chords
hit nerves stimulating pleasure in the bowels of my souls right through to the tips of my ears
never before did i hear such a raw, untrained chorus beautifully sung as though rehearsed throughout eternity for this one rendition
It was my time to shine. We had just passed the chorus and my solo was coming up. I stepped away from the crowd and up to the microphone. I took a couple of deep breaths and opened my mouth to sing. The rest of the night was a blur. I couldn’t remember what happened but it wasn’t look from the pats on the back and the blank stares I was getting as I left the auditorium.
I quit choir this year. I had just gotten fed up with my exceptionally pompous choral director, his ridiculous antics, too-short sweaters and the cattiness of a select all-girls choir. Not that I don’t love to sing, but choir just turned out not to be my niche.
I remember my first experience with theater. I would have loved to start out my freshman year of theater as a lead, but I was cast as a chorus girl. I didn’t complain, n although I thought I had enough talent to be so much more, but I show could not exist if it wasn’t for the chorus girls. They are the backbone of the show, with just leads the show would be dull, and less vibrant. As a chorus girl I learned how a person can make even the smallest role into something huge. You can make anything you receive in your life and mold it into something amazing using your abilities. As a chorus girl you can light up the stage and bring a presence that the audience will love and remember you for. They may not remember a face or a name, but they will remember how intense or fun and happy a moment was on stage when you emitted emotion to the audience. Whether you are a lead, or a chorus girl, it all comes down to trying to make the audience feel a certain way, or expose a point of view they probably would have never thought about before. As a performer, it is my pleasure to bring an audience member to another world and experience what my character does and bring them on an emotional journey in the few hours I am with them. It is a magical experience, and as I get bigger and bigger roles, I will never forget my origina small, but insanely important role as a chorus girl
A chorus is a group of people
singing all together
A chorus is the part of a song
that repeats over and over
No matter what you think of a chorus,
its a symbol of togetherness
So why dont we all join in and sing
the chorus to the song of life?
The explosion of human soul spread in my ears, ripping through my sleep and my dreams. I couldn’t think past the sound. My skin seemed to move with it rather than feel it. I tossed the covers away and glared into the blinding light above my bed. “What is this?” I yelled.
This movie doesn’t have much of it but I have a lot in my mind that can’t, well, maybe it can be related to chorus. Could I go against all of them but it would take more for me to convince myself, wouldn’t it, and that’s what it’s going to be, isn’t it.
There was a light at the top of the stage. It was beaming down on me just like the eyes of the crowd. My voice grew softer and softer until we finally hit the chorus of the song. I can see the faces of people lighting up as they listened and absorbed the words of the song. This feeling is the best in the world.
chorus is a bunch of people. i was in chorus in gradeschool, but when i got to middle and highschool they called it choir but i really dont see the difference. usually a chorus consists of soprano, alto, tenor, and bass ranges or vocal parts
To me, chorus seems like a happy word… not really the type of mood I am in right now. I joined chorus in sixth grade. I remember thinking that alto meant I had a man’s voice. It does sound like a manly word.
there are a lot of people i don’t like in chorus. therefore, i would never join. therefore, i do not enjoy our school concerts. i was in a christmas chorus once though. when i was twelve. it was really fun. we got on stage at church. i loved it. :P
I was once a part of a chorous; it’s really hard to keep your own harmony going while trying to pay attention to everyone else. Or trying not to pay attention to them I guess. Maybe that’s because being part of a chorous is all like playing your part in life…. no one else is singing the same tune as you, but when you get to the bit you all know well, it all seems to fall together anyway.
i heard the chorus singing like there was no tomorrow. The chorus sang a beautiful song that expressed every emotion, told a story. it wasn’t just a song to the chorus it was their story i heard their hearts speak not a song sang, just a story of some broken hearts and some loving, smiling, happy hearts too. My heart heard their hearts and i felt the connection of a love of music
music and sounds, voices raising, bodies swaying, children clapping, hands lifting, people rejoicing. prayer. Worship and songs, joy and happiness, emotion in lyrics. People in rows, arranged by sound.
The chorus wouldn’t stop running through his head. “Damn,” he thought. “I am going to go crazy if this doesn’t stop. Seriously crazy.” Don went to the bathroom and got some cotton balls for his ears. That stops sound, right?
a chorus of lonely faces. the hurt and the helpless, the grey and hurt. it couldn’t be any easier but it couldn’t get more difficult either. one of the lonely faces is mine. it belongs to me but i cannot see it, nevermind recognize it.
The chorus of girls yelling their name in one voice was awe inspiring and overwhelming. We are all our own person but when we come together, we can change the world.
She was part of a crowd, of a chorus – one of many, a crowd in which she fell strangely into. She thought that she should feel like a part of something, a group, a family. Instead she realized that her voice was too pitchy and her presence wasn’t strong and her smile wasn’t quite as strong. She realized that others were better.
the chorus to my life, it could be anything from a metal riff to a jazz solo. I need it at all times as it needs me to have someone. Someone who will confide in the chorus of life, a true believer. Believer in the chorus that is.
She smiled and looked behind her. Unknowingly walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to her. She dropped her bouquet and started to walk more quickly, the chorus continued to hum a love song, a song that would now just be another moment of her past.
The salesman erupted in laughter like a chorus of annoying crows. They had pronounced her name wrong, and were beginning to make fun of it again. But it wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Seems like no one could at least produce an original mockery of her last name anymore.
singing in churches or schools. show choir. my middle shool chorus would horrific. people in black gowns in the south singing at church and weddings. loud. heavenly songs. beautiful music that no one understands. music. high voices and low voices.high and low notes. chorus= choir. royal weddings and white roses. theaters and operas. just chorus class i assume.
As the music of the choir swelled to a splendid chorus, her heart soared with it, into the clouds, flying, bounding, gliding into the air. She looked over at him and for a moment, he was hers, an angel in the clouds with her. That’s the power of music, she thought.
again, again with all the sound, the mind numbing sound, a chorus of screeching tires and dying cats and idiots with those stupid clacking noise-makers. They all shout in unison, “we hate you! we want you to suffer! We sing you psalms of pain!”
music, songs, music notes, tunes, verses, tones,
Everyone in the chorus had a fantastic voice. But someone stuck me as outstanding. It was the petite girl in a pink dress in the front row. Her voice was like an angel’s, except better. Oh how I would love to meet this gorgeous singer, but my shy personality would take reign once again and I would be forced to just watch in the background.
the best time to hear a chorus singing is most definitely not the same instant your car goes off the road and you here the crushing, clawing sound of metal, wrapping around itself, twisting and grinding, but over all of that, Angels.
A whole bunch of fools screaming their guts up, belching sound like a big beautiful plague ridden people, wasting away in the sound of pain and agony until they run out of air and give it up. You know, all of it.
The wooden benches are scratched with use and wear, white paint peeking out from under black where someone’s wayward pen left a deep indention. The voices rise above the rafters, stream through the windows, reverberating in the glass. They slip under the crack near the door, echo down the empty hallway.
i like to sing. sometimes, i sing alone in my room and dance. i feel the freedom in living this way. i’ll sing in the shower and pretend that i am famous for it. i’ll pretend i’m in the rain singing a sad song. sometimes, i close my eyes and listen to the rhythm and the bass. i feel the love inside the notes, inside the words.
scales and chords
hit nerves stimulating pleasure in the bowels of my souls right through to the tips of my ears
never before did i hear such a raw, untrained chorus beautifully sung as though rehearsed throughout eternity for this one rendition
It was my time to shine. We had just passed the chorus and my solo was coming up. I stepped away from the crowd and up to the microphone. I took a couple of deep breaths and opened my mouth to sing. The rest of the night was a blur. I couldn’t remember what happened but it wasn’t look from the pats on the back and the blank stares I was getting as I left the auditorium.
I quit choir this year. I had just gotten fed up with my exceptionally pompous choral director, his ridiculous antics, too-short sweaters and the cattiness of a select all-girls choir. Not that I don’t love to sing, but choir just turned out not to be my niche.
I remember my first experience with theater. I would have loved to start out my freshman year of theater as a lead, but I was cast as a chorus girl. I didn’t complain, n although I thought I had enough talent to be so much more, but I show could not exist if it wasn’t for the chorus girls. They are the backbone of the show, with just leads the show would be dull, and less vibrant. As a chorus girl I learned how a person can make even the smallest role into something huge. You can make anything you receive in your life and mold it into something amazing using your abilities. As a chorus girl you can light up the stage and bring a presence that the audience will love and remember you for. They may not remember a face or a name, but they will remember how intense or fun and happy a moment was on stage when you emitted emotion to the audience. Whether you are a lead, or a chorus girl, it all comes down to trying to make the audience feel a certain way, or expose a point of view they probably would have never thought about before. As a performer, it is my pleasure to bring an audience member to another world and experience what my character does and bring them on an emotional journey in the few hours I am with them. It is a magical experience, and as I get bigger and bigger roles, I will never forget my origina small, but insanely important role as a chorus girl
A chorus is a group of people
singing all together
A chorus is the part of a song
that repeats over and over
No matter what you think of a chorus,
its a symbol of togetherness
So why dont we all join in and sing
the chorus to the song of life?
The explosion of human soul spread in my ears, ripping through my sleep and my dreams. I couldn’t think past the sound. My skin seemed to move with it rather than feel it. I tossed the covers away and glared into the blinding light above my bed. “What is this?” I yelled.
This movie doesn’t have much of it but I have a lot in my mind that can’t, well, maybe it can be related to chorus. Could I go against all of them but it would take more for me to convince myself, wouldn’t it, and that’s what it’s going to be, isn’t it.
There was a light at the top of the stage. It was beaming down on me just like the eyes of the crowd. My voice grew softer and softer until we finally hit the chorus of the song. I can see the faces of people lighting up as they listened and absorbed the words of the song. This feeling is the best in the world.
chorus is a bunch of people. i was in chorus in gradeschool, but when i got to middle and highschool they called it choir but i really dont see the difference. usually a chorus consists of soprano, alto, tenor, and bass ranges or vocal parts
To me, chorus seems like a happy word… not really the type of mood I am in right now. I joined chorus in sixth grade. I remember thinking that alto meant I had a man’s voice. It does sound like a manly word.
there are a lot of people i don’t like in chorus. therefore, i would never join. therefore, i do not enjoy our school concerts. i was in a christmas chorus once though. when i was twelve. it was really fun. we got on stage at church. i loved it. :P
I was once a part of a chorous; it’s really hard to keep your own harmony going while trying to pay attention to everyone else. Or trying not to pay attention to them I guess. Maybe that’s because being part of a chorous is all like playing your part in life…. no one else is singing the same tune as you, but when you get to the bit you all know well, it all seems to fall together anyway.
i heard the chorus singing like there was no tomorrow. The chorus sang a beautiful song that expressed every emotion, told a story. it wasn’t just a song to the chorus it was their story i heard their hearts speak not a song sang, just a story of some broken hearts and some loving, smiling, happy hearts too. My heart heard their hearts and i felt the connection of a love of music
of birds singing in the summer time in a meadow lined with a picket fence.
So now tell me is love the chorus of your life? If not let it be, love makes the most wonder song you can hear…
music and sounds, voices raising, bodies swaying, children clapping, hands lifting, people rejoicing. prayer. Worship and songs, joy and happiness, emotion in lyrics. People in rows, arranged by sound.
“Dishes!” her mother screams from their living room. she slams the door and continues packing. must be about 8 pm, her train leaves at 10.
I am in Beauty and the Beast. My role is in the chorus. It is an entirely new experience for me. I do get to dance. Which is what I’m good at.
The chorus wouldn’t stop running through his head. “Damn,” he thought. “I am going to go crazy if this doesn’t stop. Seriously crazy.” Don went to the bathroom and got some cotton balls for his ears. That stops sound, right?
chorus was a fun time for me. we sang and danced, and had a performance all our own. there weren’t many of us, but it worked.
Sing.
a chorus of lonely faces. the hurt and the helpless, the grey and hurt. it couldn’t be any easier but it couldn’t get more difficult either. one of the lonely faces is mine. it belongs to me but i cannot see it, nevermind recognize it.
The chorus of girls yelling their name in one voice was awe inspiring and overwhelming. We are all our own person but when we come together, we can change the world.
She was part of a crowd, of a chorus – one of many, a crowd in which she fell strangely into. She thought that she should feel like a part of something, a group, a family. Instead she realized that her voice was too pitchy and her presence wasn’t strong and her smile wasn’t quite as strong. She realized that others were better.
the chorus to my life, it could be anything from a metal riff to a jazz solo. I need it at all times as it needs me to have someone. Someone who will confide in the chorus of life, a true believer. Believer in the chorus that is.
sing. song. church. hook. repeat.
The chorus was stuck in my head all day long, it was rather catchy.
A chorus can make or break a song.
She smiled and looked behind her. Unknowingly walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to her. She dropped her bouquet and started to walk more quickly, the chorus continued to hum a love song, a song that would now just be another moment of her past.
The salesman erupted in laughter like a chorus of annoying crows. They had pronounced her name wrong, and were beginning to make fun of it again. But it wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Seems like no one could at least produce an original mockery of her last name anymore.
Chorus class is useless. No singing. No music. Just spitballs. All melodies and mumbles are drowned by spitballs. It drives my teacher crazy. It’s fun
“You guys stink!” She dropped the baton and walked out of the room.
“Get a new director!”
singing in churches or schools. show choir. my middle shool chorus would horrific. people in black gowns in the south singing at church and weddings. loud. heavenly songs. beautiful music that no one understands. music. high voices and low voices.high and low notes. chorus= choir. royal weddings and white roses. theaters and operas. just chorus class i assume.
As the music of the choir swelled to a splendid chorus, her heart soared with it, into the clouds, flying, bounding, gliding into the air. She looked over at him and for a moment, he was hers, an angel in the clouds with her. That’s the power of music, she thought.
Satan sings your chorus in a chapel painted Black. And he’s wearing your Dad’s shoes.