Orchestra's Pride

me being a violinist

Walking on stage with the notes running through my head. My fingers dancing in the air with rememberance of the music i've read.

 Taking my beautifull instrument out of its resting place, Looking at it, so still as it leaves its case.

 When the time comes to ignight its sound, The butterflies in my stomach start to come around.

Making me nervous as we begin to tune. Lights shining down as people start to fill the room.

 The conductor stands strong and tall. Silence begins to fill the music hall

. She raises her baton as we are eger to play. As my bow gracefully glides across my strings, my heart starts racing in a rapid way.

 As we play our last note we stand up with pride.The auidence starts to cheer and  The conductor looks at us with joyous tears in her eyes.

 We know we made her proud. We begin to decend and take our final bow...

Reviews

[Mary Fioratti]

Wow! how beautiful all these feelings in what you wrote. In this piece, I really visualize my daughter playing her violin for so many years... and I could understand a little what she felt. You write very well. And you show your feelings in a clear and sweet way!
*Mary*

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Wonderful read here.

[Thea]

Aw, I could imagine this...So great imagery...
Do you love violin? Oh, wow, its sound is just pleasing to the ears!
Beautiful piece...
keep up the good work! :)))