Paul belts the words into the long, slender, black microphone. The audience sings along to the classic words they all know and love. Paul’s words ring off the sides of the arena. And all are pleased with what Paul, and his microphone, have brought to the arena.
She stood up on the stage.
All she saw was the microphone and the song in her head.
She started to sing,
She absolutely loves this feeling.
Then she rolled over in bed.
It was only a dream,
She woke up to scream.
Why can’t the world be on her team??
He stood at the microphone, waiting, fearing what was going to come next. Public speaking had not been his strong point in high school, and he hadn’t done much of it since then, but this was his moment. His moment to shine. The moment he HAD to shine. If he was to become mayor, he had to sway this skeptical crowd.
Funny story, I’m actually using a microphone right now. Its weird that they call it a microphone though, because the one I’m using is pretty big. One would think that microphone would refer to a really small cellphone, which, one day in the future, it might. But it doesn’t now. Oh well.
Loud voices vibrating into an ocean of thought. Meaningless conversations, dialogued in digital. An open ended question spoken into a deep chasm of emptiness. Where is your voice?
A microphone- it makes me think of giving a voice to someone. I am someone who has always had a very loud and distinct voice. In life, I have never needed a microphone to state my opinion, to stand up for someone, to tell someone I thought something they said was tasteless or racist or ignorant. But maybe some people just need a little push to feel their voice has value or that people will listen.
The microphone sat alone beneath glaring lights not yet extinguished. The singer had left, the audience had departed. The only person left in the dusty theatre was the janitor. That night, a star was born.
I have a microphone on the computer. I turn it on and forget about it. it is a great way to relive the funny, sad, busy and boring moments of the day. I also use the microphone to talk to my mom who lives far away.
singing outloud. no one thinking of you, just the voice they hear. silent as the night. all alone. nervous. never going to be able to redo. scary. leadership, power. security. always being heard. never backing down. Being heard.
The microphone works, I checked it, he said. So why can’t we hear anything? Yes, it is plugged in, of course it is plugged in, did you think I’d forget something as simple as that? Well, of course you can double-check. I just don’t understand.
she walked up to the microphone and gave her acceptance speech, her eyes glistened. A small tear fell from it as she thanked God, her family, her friends, her prouducers. Everyone!
Suddenly the lights faded to black and she woke up, it was all just a dream
vulnerable
focal point
did i spell that right?
do i look ok
and am i a fearless lion
a sun among stars
can i show people what i have
will this microphone make me
or break me
microphone
I love to sing. I don’t hold them much. I hate stage fright. this is weird. I don’t get it but I bet it’ll be cool once I understand what the hell I’m doing this for. K sweet almost done. microphone.
Microphones… Microphoneeeeees… Microphone is a silly word. It’s not even “micro,” as in not being able to see it with just the human eyes. Mhmhmhm. I’ve always wondered what a francophone is. Note to self: Will have to look into that. Yeah. Microphone.
one day i woke up to find a shiny new gold microphone sitting on my floor. i had absolutley no idea how it got there but i found it to be mystical and suddenly i began to think of my future. i had always wished to pursue a career in the musical industry. was the universe telling me something? is there a musical god who is trying to reach out to me and tell me taht i have a godforsaken talent? i think so. my journey will commence here, a new beautiful one full of love and music.
One day I decided that enough was enough, it was time for me to get over my fear of that microphone. It was inevitable, I knew I would face it. The thought of my voice, so different and not pleasant to my ears would be heard through out the nation today.
to speak
out loud
i’ve got nothing really cause i feel pressured by the clock.
60 seconds.
really?
to talk about a microphone.
i have one.
its got a red stripe.
i use to imagine talking or singing in it.
i just gained an extra 60 seconds. haha
one word did you know that.
anyways.
i need a new word.
this is a good thing tami sent me this.
it will help my writers block.
one word. one minute.
The microphone represents another world. Usually I’m so quiet and shy, and my actual voice is so quiet it seems I need a microphone for people to actually hear me. Sometimes I have that microphone, but most of the time I don’t, and I feel like people will forever see me quiet, without the microphone.
The microphones available today are so disgustingly smoothe… what ever happened to the class of a silver bulb mic? I mean, let’s face it, there’s no way you can look at modern mic’s with the bulby thing on one end and the sleek black DILDO-like look and not go “WTF?”
I took apart a microphone in tech theatre the other day. I accidentally broke one before the choir show, but I’m hoping that someone smarter than I had noticed and screwed the top back on. Those things are tricky. I really hope it got fixed.
Sing your heart out & don’t let the crowd frighten you. Express your mind, let the microphone guide your words, thoughts, or lyrics. There is so much to say, so much to express. Don’t let the echo of the microphone frighten you.. express yourself :D
The first time i fell in love with this man of mystery was after hearing him whaling through that microphone. I learned that i loved him for who he was and not just the words he spoke and i love him to this day.
I held the microphone close to me as the dragons approached. i knew if i screamed loud enough they’d all die an awesome brutal death. But then the wizard came with his chocolate donuts and dashblasted my evil plans. Somehow i knew that this would all happen, I’d know it since that day back in the restaurant. A glitch has somehow allowed me to write for more than a minute and so I shall, satan be blessed. I gathered my renewd army of microphones, ready for revenge against the evils of those darn sound engineers and their wicked P.A.’s. They’d know to mess with us now! But I didn’t count on those dastardly dragons…
this is the thing that i scream my lungs out in, the device that is used to eventually put my thoughts onto lyrics for the whole world to hear. this is my outlet. i need these to survive.
Noise – often too loud. But sometimes just right. A voice – it could be singing lovely songs, or telling jokes and making me laugh. It could be a karioke event where several people come to the microphone and attempt to sing along. I’ve often marveled at those that can get up there in front of strangers.
I sit in the chair and adjust the microphone pinned to the collar of my dress. The camera man nods at me and counts down on his fingers: Three-Two-One. He points his finger at me indicating that i should start. I look down at the papers i hold in my hand. Take a deep breath and begin.
Welcome to the Five O’clock News.
He sang soft, beautiful melodies into the mic as she stared from her table in the back of the bar. He didn’t know it, but she was really only there for him. They broke up long ago, but she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hear his voice and remember a time when it was meant for her.
sing sing sing. don’t get too close because it’ll make a lot of weird noise. watching the grammys now and everyones singing loud. get it loud. let your voice be heard. dont be loud. you make me feel like a natural woman.
The microphone. A small invention, which isnt needed by society, but when used can control a whole room. Influencing young minds and reinventing the way we present ideas. Voices being carried over tons of screaming fans, lyrics creating a path through the crowd, bringing a change of mind.
Paul belts the words into the long, slender, black microphone. The audience sings along to the classic words they all know and love. Paul’s words ring off the sides of the arena. And all are pleased with what Paul, and his microphone, have brought to the arena.
She stood up on the stage.
All she saw was the microphone and the song in her head.
She started to sing,
She absolutely loves this feeling.
Then she rolled over in bed.
It was only a dream,
She woke up to scream.
Why can’t the world be on her team??
He stood at the microphone, waiting, fearing what was going to come next. Public speaking had not been his strong point in high school, and he hadn’t done much of it since then, but this was his moment. His moment to shine. The moment he HAD to shine. If he was to become mayor, he had to sway this skeptical crowd.
a device used to enhance a sound’s volume.
microphones can also be understood to enhance one’s mind. For if one speaks their mind, then the microphones works to bring their mind to life.
Funny story, I’m actually using a microphone right now. Its weird that they call it a microphone though, because the one I’m using is pretty big. One would think that microphone would refer to a really small cellphone, which, one day in the future, it might. But it doesn’t now. Oh well.
the next performer is a fan favorite: tim
boooo. booo.
ehem. hello. my name is tim. i’m here to rap for ya’ll. umm, here goes.
Loud voices vibrating into an ocean of thought. Meaningless conversations, dialogued in digital. An open ended question spoken into a deep chasm of emptiness. Where is your voice?
A microphone- it makes me think of giving a voice to someone. I am someone who has always had a very loud and distinct voice. In life, I have never needed a microphone to state my opinion, to stand up for someone, to tell someone I thought something they said was tasteless or racist or ignorant. But maybe some people just need a little push to feel their voice has value or that people will listen.
The microphone sat alone beneath glaring lights not yet extinguished. The singer had left, the audience had departed. The only person left in the dusty theatre was the janitor. That night, a star was born.
I have a microphone on the computer. I turn it on and forget about it. it is a great way to relive the funny, sad, busy and boring moments of the day. I also use the microphone to talk to my mom who lives far away.
singing outloud. no one thinking of you, just the voice they hear. silent as the night. all alone. nervous. never going to be able to redo. scary. leadership, power. security. always being heard. never backing down. Being heard.
The microphone works, I checked it, he said. So why can’t we hear anything? Yes, it is plugged in, of course it is plugged in, did you think I’d forget something as simple as that? Well, of course you can double-check. I just don’t understand.
she walked up to the microphone and gave her acceptance speech, her eyes glistened. A small tear fell from it as she thanked God, her family, her friends, her prouducers. Everyone!
Suddenly the lights faded to black and she woke up, it was all just a dream
vulnerable
focal point
did i spell that right?
do i look ok
and am i a fearless lion
a sun among stars
can i show people what i have
will this microphone make me
or break me
microphone
music. anna. career that is most strived to get. not many can.
I love to sing. I don’t hold them much. I hate stage fright. this is weird. I don’t get it but I bet it’ll be cool once I understand what the hell I’m doing this for. K sweet almost done. microphone.
The grey steel microphone stared at her as she trembled to find her voice. Gripping it in her hand, closing her eyes, forgetting all she let it wail.
What if we put microphones in our stomachs ?
I don’t even know what to write with this one.
….man.
microphones…
hmph.
Microphones… Microphoneeeeees… Microphone is a silly word. It’s not even “micro,” as in not being able to see it with just the human eyes. Mhmhmhm. I’ve always wondered what a francophone is. Note to self: Will have to look into that. Yeah. Microphone.
one day i woke up to find a shiny new gold microphone sitting on my floor. i had absolutley no idea how it got there but i found it to be mystical and suddenly i began to think of my future. i had always wished to pursue a career in the musical industry. was the universe telling me something? is there a musical god who is trying to reach out to me and tell me taht i have a godforsaken talent? i think so. my journey will commence here, a new beautiful one full of love and music.
One day I decided that enough was enough, it was time for me to get over my fear of that microphone. It was inevitable, I knew I would face it. The thought of my voice, so different and not pleasant to my ears would be heard through out the nation today.
I never use a microphone. It makes public speaking even more harrowing. My goal is to be heard yet not to be heard.
to speak
out loud
i’ve got nothing really cause i feel pressured by the clock.
60 seconds.
really?
to talk about a microphone.
i have one.
its got a red stripe.
i use to imagine talking or singing in it.
i just gained an extra 60 seconds. haha
one word did you know that.
anyways.
i need a new word.
this is a good thing tami sent me this.
it will help my writers block.
one word. one minute.
Music is an incredible oddity. A fluke. Some can’t live without it, few can’t stand it. Most feel relaxed by it at some point or another.
The microphone represents another world. Usually I’m so quiet and shy, and my actual voice is so quiet it seems I need a microphone for people to actually hear me. Sometimes I have that microphone, but most of the time I don’t, and I feel like people will forever see me quiet, without the microphone.
The microphones available today are so disgustingly smoothe… what ever happened to the class of a silver bulb mic? I mean, let’s face it, there’s no way you can look at modern mic’s with the bulby thing on one end and the sleek black DILDO-like look and not go “WTF?”
I want to sing nao
I took apart a microphone in tech theatre the other day. I accidentally broke one before the choir show, but I’m hoping that someone smarter than I had noticed and screwed the top back on. Those things are tricky. I really hope it got fixed.
Sing your heart out & don’t let the crowd frighten you. Express your mind, let the microphone guide your words, thoughts, or lyrics. There is so much to say, so much to express. Don’t let the echo of the microphone frighten you.. express yourself :D
The first time i fell in love with this man of mystery was after hearing him whaling through that microphone. I learned that i loved him for who he was and not just the words he spoke and i love him to this day.
she stepped up to the
microphone
un
sure
she inhaled the scent
of electricity pulsing
through the
wire
crackling the tiny hairs
on her up
per lip
I held the microphone close to me as the dragons approached. i knew if i screamed loud enough they’d all die an awesome brutal death. But then the wizard came with his chocolate donuts and dashblasted my evil plans. Somehow i knew that this would all happen, I’d know it since that day back in the restaurant. A glitch has somehow allowed me to write for more than a minute and so I shall, satan be blessed. I gathered my renewd army of microphones, ready for revenge against the evils of those darn sound engineers and their wicked P.A.’s. They’d know to mess with us now! But I didn’t count on those dastardly dragons…
this is the thing that i scream my lungs out in, the device that is used to eventually put my thoughts onto lyrics for the whole world to hear. this is my outlet. i need these to survive.
Noise – often too loud. But sometimes just right. A voice – it could be singing lovely songs, or telling jokes and making me laugh. It could be a karioke event where several people come to the microphone and attempt to sing along. I’ve often marveled at those that can get up there in front of strangers.
I sit in the chair and adjust the microphone pinned to the collar of my dress. The camera man nods at me and counts down on his fingers: Three-Two-One. He points his finger at me indicating that i should start. I look down at the papers i hold in my hand. Take a deep breath and begin.
Welcome to the Five O’clock News.
He sang soft, beautiful melodies into the mic as she stared from her table in the back of the bar. He didn’t know it, but she was really only there for him. They broke up long ago, but she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hear his voice and remember a time when it was meant for her.
sing sing sing. don’t get too close because it’ll make a lot of weird noise. watching the grammys now and everyones singing loud. get it loud. let your voice be heard. dont be loud. you make me feel like a natural woman.
Talk into me. sing. I amplify you. We hear your voice.
The microphone. A small invention, which isnt needed by society, but when used can control a whole room. Influencing young minds and reinventing the way we present ideas. Voices being carried over tons of screaming fans, lyrics creating a path through the crowd, bringing a change of mind.
static.
silence.
anger.
sadness.
confusion.
microphone
projects
everything.
Exaggerating.
hyperbole.