its something that you sing in… haven’t ever used one but my boyfriend used one in his band… actually i think my brother and i had a play one… or maybe not
jessica
He sang into the microphone with all the soul he could muster. This was it, his finale chance, the final audition to the musical. All his life he dreamed of being on Broadway and now was his chance.
The notes came out perfectly, like a choir of angels and he knew in his heart that he had got the part. Finally, he thought, dreams do come true.
nicolethis
I like to sing into them. The mood and feelings that come with it are simply invigorating. It’s like anything is possible for that moment in which I am singing. I love it.
I wish I was better at singing, because I can’t bring myself to sing for others, because I’m only average at it.
Julie
i speak into the microphone and my own voice scares me. the volume, the unnatural sound. like something i’ve never heard before even though its a part of me. now anyway. part of who i am. when did i become this person? when did i turn into the girl behind the mic?
Molly
Singing. Good or bad. I held the microphone, the crowd started at me – bemused. My heart sped up, I started to sing. It felt so natural, like the words came effortlessly out of my mouth. Their eyebrows raised. I stopped. They cheered :D
Abbi
A microphone is for taking in words, to keep them for later. Later, when you can listen to the words and not the voice.
Melinda
She stepped up to the microphone, the room seemed to shake violently from side to side as she swayed on trembling legs. Her fingers gently slid over the handle – a rush of static noise swept across the room as she released the breathe she hadn’t realized she was holding. With a nod towards the conductor, she sang. And it was beautiful.
jane
an object to transmit sound
sound and sound
Anonymous
A microphone is a device that has some interesting properties. Did you know that if you have a speaker you can turn it into a microphone fairly easily? It will not have such good quality, but microphones and speakers work by the same principle, just in reverse; the translation of electrical impulses into sound by means of vibration.
Matthew
his voice was carrying excess of time. excess of drugs, excess of evrything, all carried by this thing called microphone. If… what did he meant…
who?
jude
ON the stage he waves the microphone and wails his tune like any rock singer might. Leif, the man and boy who dreamt of stage, collected records, and lerned four instruments. He is a boy who had Williams Syndrome. Now as a man, he same and yet he is still a boy.
His gift is music and the microphone his vehicle to normalcy.
his sister
I got up on the podium with the feedback that woke up Siren all the way from Ancient Greek times, and while sweating up a deluge under my armpits, opened my mouth slowly, tongue dry as a sandy storm, and said absolutely nothing!
Anonymous
I read many texts, mostly in fragments that come together in my mind. Forgetting is the curse I face and have to return to the pages to refresh my mind of what was so exciting to learn.
What does the knowledge do. where does it go. Someimes I feel as though it burries a hole in my psyche and soul.
ose
my band played a gig the other night in the nearest city. I got a fright before hand though, the singer warned me not to use the microphone because it would shock me, like it did him, i’m not a fan of shocks, in fact, i think its a fear. growing up near a farm with electri
James mc nulty
metal long
ong speach concert
Anonymous
The singer gripped the microphone tightly, her eyes shut. Her voice wavered for a moment – two – before evening out. Wasn’t this what she had wanted to do? What she had dreamt about since she was little? She wasn’t about to let a little stage fright put a stop to all her great plans.
The audience roared as the song ended.
Firaa
microphones are useful objects in the recording industry and when talking SHIT on fuckin COUNTER-STRIKE!! how the fuck else am i supposed to call you a piece of shit if you block me in the hallway?? microphones have allowed me to amplify and transmit the rage I feel over a transient medium and for that I thank God every day
Joey Denton
She stood there on the wide stage, trembling fingers grasped around the microphone. She squinted her eyes at the bright lights shining down at her. “This is it” she thought
“Time to shine”
Lizayzay
I grabbed the microphone, preparing to speak. My hands were trembling, my breathing uneven. It was going to be hard to talk about her. The microphone squealed, turning on suddenly. It was time. I took a breath. “My grandmother was a beautiful woman, and it’s sad to see her go.”
Chelsea P.
something you speak into, something that makes stars become more bright, something that you hear, phones, micro, a fucking microphone man really? That’s all you have to inspire me, I love to speak but to my friends not to the public. I have a message to say but no one to hear it
Microphone
The microphone was standing before me, almost ominous in the way the shadow played across the stage. I gulped silently, trying to stave off the sudden paralyzing fear that made me immovable. I heard a gruff voice call my name, I made the sign of the cross, though I’m not catholic, and stepped forward.
Mackenzie
I would like to think I can sing. Somedays I can, some days I can’t.My dream night would be to get on stage and just let it all out, without a microphone. On Karaoke night of course. A microphone would surely just distort my voice…or maybe I just don’t want anyone to hear me.
k
microphones amplify and/or capture sounds. they are the equivalent to the human ear in that they take the sound from a sensitive inner magnet and through a cord or a wireless signal, send it elsewhere to make record of… or simply to make louder of.. anything.
griffin.
microphones are great. singers use microphones alot. i dont know what else to write. maybe its just a little phone?
sarah
The girl sang into the microphone, her voice exploding in creative genius. She smiled, watching the crowd roar. She amped it up to the next level. She could feel the power emanating from her throat, so exhilarated to be here. And to think, just two years ago, she had been a shy, nervous girl.
Alice Esther Yesmin
A microphone is one of the most facinating items that have come about through technology. We tend to think of them as being modern, but the reality is that they are a product of Victorian times.
Joe_in_Canada
the last time i used a microphone was when i had a solo in showchoir, i never hardly did it right but i felt like i did. I wish i would have practiced it more and cared more about performing it well. I wish life was easier now.
Casey
she stepped up to the mic letting a bit of her nerves show – she wasn’t above the pity laughs, especially not tonight. She hadn’t told anyone but the bartender – her glass was water, not her usual white lightening.
hopeevey@yahoo.com
A microphone is a device that aplifies. Though it is thought to simply magnify sound, it also spreads ideas. It speads knowledge to all that hear. It spreads hopes, dreams, ideals with you as the vehicle. It is your chance, your voice.
Katie Anne
Doug was at the microphone when Claire turned her attention back to the stage. She glanced at Mark and was surprised by the anger she saw there. Sidling up to him, she whispered, “Hey, are you okay?”
“No, he replied.”
Anonymous
sound
Eiko
take the mike, make the mike take your words. Sing the song, song the sing, get into it, take orders, give orders, stand up, sit down, grab the mike, take a hike, be up, be happy. Have a no nuke bumper sticker, try and buy a house.
jobo
It just stood there innocently on it’s stand, mocking her. The perforated surface seemed to be laughing at her fear, but she couldn’t seem to force herself to walk the distance to stand before it and speak her piece. It just sat there innocently, daring her to move forwards. She turned around and walked away.
Jennifer
I stood in front of the microphone with beads of sweat dripping down my face. how long had it been since i had stood here? Maybe a year, maybe more. Time was starting to slip away from me and I was wondering if she was going to show.
Alyssa Young
my only desire is to professionally use one of these. i just want to be heard. i love singing, it’s the only thing that makes me feel complete, especially when i’m away from my family. i just want to be able to sing for a career so i can take them with me and not have to grow up. is that too much to ask? if i can sing for a living, they can be my band because they’re exponentially more talented than i am. that would mean we could be together longer.
kayah
i put the microphone between my hands and sang my heart out, following the lyrics as they scrolled down the screen. guitar hero world tour destroys rock band.
jackie
The microphone was lying on top of the speaker in front of him. Glancing furtively around, he crept forward and picked it up. He took another hasty look around him, then seeing no-one, began to sing.
scylax
It was like listening to thunder echo off the walls. I don’t know why I agreed to come here
boo
something with that your voice is amplified, and you can talk and be more loud, composed of a sensor of voice, and a amp, with adjustable volume
louis alvarez
put that shit in my hand friend. I’ll end you with it I won’t think twice. Two three four dead ha-ha. Get out of my party no one’s allowed but my real friends you lost your place on that list.
its something that you sing in… haven’t ever used one but my boyfriend used one in his band… actually i think my brother and i had a play one… or maybe not
He sang into the microphone with all the soul he could muster. This was it, his finale chance, the final audition to the musical. All his life he dreamed of being on Broadway and now was his chance.
The notes came out perfectly, like a choir of angels and he knew in his heart that he had got the part. Finally, he thought, dreams do come true.
I like to sing into them. The mood and feelings that come with it are simply invigorating. It’s like anything is possible for that moment in which I am singing. I love it.
I wish I was better at singing, because I can’t bring myself to sing for others, because I’m only average at it.
i speak into the microphone and my own voice scares me. the volume, the unnatural sound. like something i’ve never heard before even though its a part of me. now anyway. part of who i am. when did i become this person? when did i turn into the girl behind the mic?
Singing. Good or bad. I held the microphone, the crowd started at me – bemused. My heart sped up, I started to sing. It felt so natural, like the words came effortlessly out of my mouth. Their eyebrows raised. I stopped. They cheered :D
A microphone is for taking in words, to keep them for later. Later, when you can listen to the words and not the voice.
She stepped up to the microphone, the room seemed to shake violently from side to side as she swayed on trembling legs. Her fingers gently slid over the handle – a rush of static noise swept across the room as she released the breathe she hadn’t realized she was holding. With a nod towards the conductor, she sang. And it was beautiful.
an object to transmit sound
sound and sound
A microphone is a device that has some interesting properties. Did you know that if you have a speaker you can turn it into a microphone fairly easily? It will not have such good quality, but microphones and speakers work by the same principle, just in reverse; the translation of electrical impulses into sound by means of vibration.
his voice was carrying excess of time. excess of drugs, excess of evrything, all carried by this thing called microphone. If… what did he meant…
who?
ON the stage he waves the microphone and wails his tune like any rock singer might. Leif, the man and boy who dreamt of stage, collected records, and lerned four instruments. He is a boy who had Williams Syndrome. Now as a man, he same and yet he is still a boy.
His gift is music and the microphone his vehicle to normalcy.
I got up on the podium with the feedback that woke up Siren all the way from Ancient Greek times, and while sweating up a deluge under my armpits, opened my mouth slowly, tongue dry as a sandy storm, and said absolutely nothing!
I read many texts, mostly in fragments that come together in my mind. Forgetting is the curse I face and have to return to the pages to refresh my mind of what was so exciting to learn.
What does the knowledge do. where does it go. Someimes I feel as though it burries a hole in my psyche and soul.
my band played a gig the other night in the nearest city. I got a fright before hand though, the singer warned me not to use the microphone because it would shock me, like it did him, i’m not a fan of shocks, in fact, i think its a fear. growing up near a farm with electri
metal long
ong speach concert
The singer gripped the microphone tightly, her eyes shut. Her voice wavered for a moment – two – before evening out. Wasn’t this what she had wanted to do? What she had dreamt about since she was little? She wasn’t about to let a little stage fright put a stop to all her great plans.
The audience roared as the song ended.
microphones are useful objects in the recording industry and when talking SHIT on fuckin COUNTER-STRIKE!! how the fuck else am i supposed to call you a piece of shit if you block me in the hallway?? microphones have allowed me to amplify and transmit the rage I feel over a transient medium and for that I thank God every day
She stood there on the wide stage, trembling fingers grasped around the microphone. She squinted her eyes at the bright lights shining down at her. “This is it” she thought
“Time to shine”
I grabbed the microphone, preparing to speak. My hands were trembling, my breathing uneven. It was going to be hard to talk about her. The microphone squealed, turning on suddenly. It was time. I took a breath. “My grandmother was a beautiful woman, and it’s sad to see her go.”
something you speak into, something that makes stars become more bright, something that you hear, phones, micro, a fucking microphone man really? That’s all you have to inspire me, I love to speak but to my friends not to the public. I have a message to say but no one to hear it
The microphone was standing before me, almost ominous in the way the shadow played across the stage. I gulped silently, trying to stave off the sudden paralyzing fear that made me immovable. I heard a gruff voice call my name, I made the sign of the cross, though I’m not catholic, and stepped forward.
I would like to think I can sing. Somedays I can, some days I can’t.My dream night would be to get on stage and just let it all out, without a microphone. On Karaoke night of course. A microphone would surely just distort my voice…or maybe I just don’t want anyone to hear me.
microphones amplify and/or capture sounds. they are the equivalent to the human ear in that they take the sound from a sensitive inner magnet and through a cord or a wireless signal, send it elsewhere to make record of… or simply to make louder of.. anything.
microphones are great. singers use microphones alot. i dont know what else to write. maybe its just a little phone?
The girl sang into the microphone, her voice exploding in creative genius. She smiled, watching the crowd roar. She amped it up to the next level. She could feel the power emanating from her throat, so exhilarated to be here. And to think, just two years ago, she had been a shy, nervous girl.
A microphone is one of the most facinating items that have come about through technology. We tend to think of them as being modern, but the reality is that they are a product of Victorian times.
the last time i used a microphone was when i had a solo in showchoir, i never hardly did it right but i felt like i did. I wish i would have practiced it more and cared more about performing it well. I wish life was easier now.
she stepped up to the mic letting a bit of her nerves show – she wasn’t above the pity laughs, especially not tonight. She hadn’t told anyone but the bartender – her glass was water, not her usual white lightening.
A microphone is a device that aplifies. Though it is thought to simply magnify sound, it also spreads ideas. It speads knowledge to all that hear. It spreads hopes, dreams, ideals with you as the vehicle. It is your chance, your voice.
Doug was at the microphone when Claire turned her attention back to the stage. She glanced at Mark and was surprised by the anger she saw there. Sidling up to him, she whispered, “Hey, are you okay?”
“No, he replied.”
sound
take the mike, make the mike take your words. Sing the song, song the sing, get into it, take orders, give orders, stand up, sit down, grab the mike, take a hike, be up, be happy. Have a no nuke bumper sticker, try and buy a house.
It just stood there innocently on it’s stand, mocking her. The perforated surface seemed to be laughing at her fear, but she couldn’t seem to force herself to walk the distance to stand before it and speak her piece. It just sat there innocently, daring her to move forwards. She turned around and walked away.
I stood in front of the microphone with beads of sweat dripping down my face. how long had it been since i had stood here? Maybe a year, maybe more. Time was starting to slip away from me and I was wondering if she was going to show.
my only desire is to professionally use one of these. i just want to be heard. i love singing, it’s the only thing that makes me feel complete, especially when i’m away from my family. i just want to be able to sing for a career so i can take them with me and not have to grow up. is that too much to ask? if i can sing for a living, they can be my band because they’re exponentially more talented than i am. that would mean we could be together longer.
i put the microphone between my hands and sang my heart out, following the lyrics as they scrolled down the screen. guitar hero world tour destroys rock band.
The microphone was lying on top of the speaker in front of him. Glancing furtively around, he crept forward and picked it up. He took another hasty look around him, then seeing no-one, began to sing.
It was like listening to thunder echo off the walls. I don’t know why I agreed to come here
something with that your voice is amplified, and you can talk and be more loud, composed of a sensor of voice, and a amp, with adjustable volume
put that shit in my hand friend. I’ll end you with it I won’t think twice. Two three four dead ha-ha. Get out of my party no one’s allowed but my real friends you lost your place on that list.