Personal Narrative-Sacrifice In The Play?

In fifth grade I had this teacher named Ms. Gonzalez, who was really into theater, and she was always telling us about her plays. She was full of character, full of creativity, and so much fun to be around! Her and I easily connected in that year, and a few other students had no problem softening up to her as well, but it seemed only a selected few really got to her. When the recess bell rang, Ms. Gonzalez had told me and two other girls to stay after class, and of course I didn’t move from my seat as the kids filed out. I waited patiently as she checked for the two other girls, one of my best friends named Ali and another friend named Alizza. At first I was convinced I’d done something wrong, so scared I’d made a mistake, and it seemed the …show more content…
I’ve passed by the Reedley Opera House millions of times, have always wondered what it looked like inside… Now I’d really get the chance! In only a few weeks there was auditions for the characters, and when I arrived I was nervous. There were plenty of girls, trying out for the orphans of course, and they all seemed so confident! About five I passed by had said they’d been in many plays here! I tensed. The audition involved singing and then it involved a few lines, and I hoped that my acting and my voice would get me a spot somewhere. Then, a month later, after the audition, the wait was finally over. The list was posted in the House window, and I called my grandma to visit the Opera house to see if I made the final cut. A few minutes… Just a few, and then she called me. “Tyra… Tyra… You got a role! Her name’s Kate!” Honestly, I can’t remember what happened, but I’m aware it involved a lot of screaming and a lot of looking up what Kate’s characteristics …show more content…
When I was eleven, I was slowly getting introduced to other types of music. The kind of music my mom and dad listened to, which was R&B and Hip-Hop, was slowly becoming repetitive and filled with nonsense. Both types of music used to be really good when I was younger! Nowadays, I find it good to dance to but unappealing to personally listen to. It was a random discovery, I was at GATE, scrolling through Youtube, when I found an interesting video! It was labeled KONGOS; COME WITH ME NOW. Thinking back I remember hearing this song a lot in commercials, be it presenting a car or advertising sodas. So I clicked it, and honestly it made sense! The beat was good, different even, refreshing. So searched up Kongos and in a few months I was listening to their one album, as they were a newer band, SO MANY TIMES. I showed it to my mom, prideful in finding my own taste for something. In taking a step to realize who I was and what I appreciated. However, I was also scared she wasn’t going to like it all… I mean my mother grew up with Hip-Hop! Was she going to turn this new genre down easily? But no, my mother actually liked the music for the same reasons I