Personal Narrative: My First Formal Concert At Carnegie Hall
When I was eight years old, my mom took me to my first formal concert in Carnegie Hall to hear the Cincinnati Pops play because her office got her and her colleague VIP tickets for Christmas. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it all that much because I was never a fan of classical music at that age, but I loved every second of that concert, or the fact that I was in New York City. That’s still debatable.
That night was the soloist’s Carnegie Hall Debut, and I was completely in awe of her. I didn’t know that a human voice could sound so beautiful and sophisticated. I can’t even begin to imagine how nervous she was at the time, but she certainly didn’t appear nervous onstage at least not to my eight-year-old eyes.
We were able to attend this gala afterwards because we had VIP tickets, and I felt so overwhelmed by being surrounded by so much musical talent and affluence. I can’t even begin to imagine how much those tickets cost everyone who attended. But this soloist was there, and with absolutely no fear in my body, I ran up to her to tell her how beautiful she looked and sounded out there. I’m also positive that I said I wanted to be like her when I grew up, embarrassingly enough. She just laughed and said thank you and that was that, but that night gave me the determination to work so hard so that I, too, could make my Carnegie Hall debut one night. …show more content…
Here we are, ten years later, and I am making my Carnegie Hall debut on February 15, 2016, because my school’s top choir was personally selected to sing a world premiere of a Paul Mealor piece.
He’s a pretty big deal in the choir world because he had a piece commissioned specifically for the Royal Wedding. We received the invitation from the conductor of the concert because of our talent and dedication to the art of
music.
These past few months, all I’ve been able to think about is standing on that stage, doing what I love with the people I love. I wouldn’t be there had I not gone to that concert in 2006 and seen the soloist, Betsy Wolfe, who inspired me to be the very best I could be.
As a late birthday present, I’m seeing her perform there again with the New York Pops in March, and I cannot wait to share my story with her because I think it’s something she’d appreciate hearing.
That night was the soloist’s Carnegie Hall Debut, and I was completely in awe of her. I didn’t know that a human voice could sound so beautiful and sophisticated. I can’t even begin to imagine how nervous she was at the time, but she certainly didn’t appear nervous onstage at least not to my eight-year-old eyes.
We were able to attend this gala afterwards because we had VIP tickets, and I felt so overwhelmed by being surrounded by so much musical talent and affluence. I can’t even begin to imagine how much those tickets cost everyone who attended. But this soloist was there, and with absolutely no fear in my body, I ran up to her to tell her how beautiful she looked and sounded out there. I’m also positive that I said I wanted to be like her when I grew up, embarrassingly enough. She just laughed and said thank you and that was that, but that night gave me the determination to work so hard so that I, too, could make my Carnegie Hall debut one night. …show more content…
Here we are, ten years later, and I am making my Carnegie Hall debut on February 15, 2016, because my school’s top choir was personally selected to sing a world premiere of a Paul Mealor piece.
He’s a pretty big deal in the choir world because he had a piece commissioned specifically for the Royal Wedding. We received the invitation from the conductor of the concert because of our talent and dedication to the art of
music.
These past few months, all I’ve been able to think about is standing on that stage, doing what I love with the people I love. I wouldn’t be there had I not gone to that concert in 2006 and seen the soloist, Betsy Wolfe, who inspired me to be the very best I could be.
As a late birthday present, I’m seeing her perform there again with the New York Pops in March, and I cannot wait to share my story with her because I think it’s something she’d appreciate hearing.