Belmont High Senior Monologue Essay - 884 Words

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on. â€Å"Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to our 17th annual Belmont High Senior Concert!† Our chorus teacher cried. I was volunteered to sing a solo. Even though the song I was supposed to sing was the third song of the night, I was shivering with fright. I was shaking so hard that when I was applying my eyeliner, I accidently did a winged eyeliner instead of the natural looking one. Voices in my head were telling†¦show more content†¦Luckily I could read her mind too. She was telling me I could do this. She started singing the first line of Rue’s Lullaby from The Hunger Games Soundtrack. Deep in the meadow, I joined her. Under the willow, A bed of grass a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your eyes. And when they open, the sun will rise. I closed my eyes as the song said. Here it s safe, and here it s warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. I felt my heart steady. Deep in the meadow, hidden far away. A cloak of green, a moonbeam ray. Forget your woes, and let your troubles lay. And when again it s morning, they ll wash away. Here it s safe, and here it s warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Hre your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. I opened my eyes. Here is the place where I love you. And for the first time while I was singing, I smiled. I was so into the song that I didn’t see Evy slip away into the back of the stage where she had hymned the background music. The audience erupted into a roar. Everyone in the audience stood up. A person was walking towards the stage. I recognized him immediately. His name was Ansel. He was a college scout for Juilliard. He asked to see me after the show. Once Evy and I are off stage we could not stop squealing. There was only one thing that happens when you are asked to meet a college