#singingcompetition

Those Who Wants to Sing Always Finds A Song

The sky was a hopeless shade of gray. It appeared to endlessly retch sheets of metallic water. I was sitting in our perspective chairs. I was seeing raindrops outside our window in our room, and I was mentally drained due to the pressure of being a student. I was also bored, and I have nothing to do aside from watch the flowers, glancing at and dancing with their leaves. It's as if the flowers were pleading for water, and when the rain came, everything fell into place perfectly. I am swamped observing them happily bond together because of the rain. And suddenly, a young, perfectly fine lady came into our room. She wore a decent blue blouse and black skirt, and her black-rebonded hair was elaborately styled. Her perfect limbs made her look so expensive. Then she went on to talk about our previous topic. And she got into a topic about "talents." She asked each of us about our talents, and here I am, wondering what my true talent is, given that I am not particularly gifted in everything.

After a couple of weeks, I still don't even know what my true talent is. I lay down on my couch, and suddenly, something caught my attention. It sparked as if it would literally manipulate me. It is like a precious gem that forced me to get it and get used to it. I was motivated to get that thing and began to consider what music I would collaborate on with it. I take out my phone and search for music that complements its uniqueness. And finally, I found the perfect pair for it. I used them and started recording myself because I was bored. And after that, I posted it on my social media account.

It was a sunny day; trees are very dazzling, and flowers are very blooming. I arrived at school and wondered why so many of my classmates were smiling. As I went inside our room, my teacher started to interact with me. She evenly decided to invite me for a singing contest, and I was hesitant to accept her invitation since I am not that confident enough to face a lot of audiences. The two of her flaxen brows furrowed, and she convinced me to accept her invitation. "Every day is a chance for you to pick yourself up. Every day is an opportunity for you to shape yourself. Expose yourself to it, Chel. I know you can do it!" she said. I was confused. The thing that I was doing last week flashes back in my mind. That over-the-moon moment was so priceless. I looked at my teacher and had a smile on my face. I decided to accept her invitation. I was motivated and thought that this would be an opportunity for me to open up a new door to my future. The day after that, I started rehearsing and rehearsing to improve my singing skills. My coach taught me that if I am now singing in an actual presentation, I must move naturally. "Ideally, a singer should move naturally and appropriately to enhance their delivery, Chel. They might choose to use the entire stage, perhaps walking slowly at a dramatic moment, standing at the lip of the stage close to the audience, and above all, appearing comfortable on the stage throughout the performance'' my coach said. I am now hesitating to do this because a lot of participants are very competitive. I can't evenly fit with them since I am a late bloomer and have just started to have an ambition. I have been so nervous lately. I can't stand this. I am not that fearless, this is just my first time. I went to a dark corner and started crying and sobbing. My tears fell to the floor, and as I stared at them, they ignited a spark that propelled me through what I was feeling at the time. It gave me light that motivates me and inspires me to face the competition.

This is the day I'm worried about, the day of the competition. I was not that prepared. When I arrived at the venue, I saw a lot of people staring at me. I went to the perspective seats of all the participants and sat down. I was so nervous. I can feel the cold snowflakes that step aside in my body. I was slapped by the presence of anxiety, but I have to overcome it. All of the participants are very competitive, and you can really see that they practiced very well. When my name was called, I stepped forward onto the platform, holding the most precious gem that I had just discovered in my comfort zone. I breathe in and breathe out. I looked into the audience, at my coach, my teachers, my friends, my family, and the judges as well. I started singing and going with the flow of my chosen music, which was "Ikaw" by Yeng Constantino. As I am about to end my presentation, my tears drop and I feel the presence of everyone. This is an opportunity. This is the way to my future. I will never stop because I believe that one day I will be forever thankful for not giving up.

14. DESIGNPROSESS AV ENDELIG LOGO

Etter å ha designet mange ulike logoer kom vi fram til en logo vi mener er helhetlig og passende for konkurransen. Den endelig logoen er basert på lydbølger fra lydopptak av de to ulike operasangene  «Ah! non credea mirarti fra La» og «O mio babbino» (se bilde ovenfor). Her har vi streket over bølgene for å enkelt få oversikt over hvilken form bølgene har. Utfra dette formet vi det som senere etter flere iterasjoner ble vår endelige logo. 

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