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Friday, February 15, 2019

College Application Essay :: essays research papers

I am not a Martin Luther King, devoted to a ride, or a Christopher Columbus, devoted to a quest, or a Leonardo di Vinci, devoted to an image. even so everyone needs some devotion in his life. I am a musician, a daughter, a Christian, a traveler, a sister, a friend, an animal lover, a inditer, and many things besides. The biggest dilemma for me is finding ways to fuse these different separate of myself into a recognizable person. I would need several lifetimes to pursue all(a) of my dreams individually, so they must become one dream, one working vessel of passion. So how can I mix my zeal for music, for example, with my need to write? They are one in the same for me, really, both means of burning expression of sadness or anger or joy.The experience that brought rough the conception of my under(a)standing is starkly fixed in my memory. I was at a concert featuring one of Schuberts Suites for String Quartet and my miss of familiarity with the work only served to heighten my already bursting excitement. They were late getting started and the audience around me fidgeted and chattered. I ignored them, sitting still in my seat, distort with anticipation. Finally the lights dimmed and a pregnant silence took hold. Despite my forecast I was unprepared for the sudden eruption of applause desire a bomb detonating in the hall as the four black figures strode onto the stage. Reminding me of Virginia Woolfs description in The String Quartet, the performers seated themselves facing the white squares under the downpour of light, rested the tips of their bows on the music stand, and with a simultaneous movement lifted them. I leaned forward on my seat, straining to hear the branch note even before it sounded. With an almost telepathic communication from the root violin, it began. From that moment I was lost. The audience, the musicians, even the music itself was forgotten, swept away by the surge of emotions that engulfed me. As I listened, or rat her encountered the exquisite performance, for it was more than intimate than listening, I realized with more force than ever before, that this was what I wanted to do. I wanted to make people feel like this when I sang.

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