advance orchestra

Seventeen as shit my orchestra says
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Scoups : IM THE MAIN CELLo SO THAT MEANS I AM ALL OF YOU GUY’S FATHER

Jeonghan: I should play in front because I’m the prettiest tbh

Joshua: Jesus has blessed me with the power of playing this violin

Jun: cheese is my favorite string

Hoshi : is it possible to dance hips don’t lie with a bass ? No? Okay

Wonwoo: I forgot to bring my viola- sits in trash can and reads a book-

Woozi : I will hit you with my cello if you don’t shut the hell up - trips on a chair-

Dk: guys, I sacrificed my hair for this bow- horse sound - ( a bow is made up of horse of hair lmao)

Mingyu: how do you read music again- (is in advanced Orchestra)

Minghao : Is it possible to make a viola a gun because I’m about to go thug mode on all of y'all

Seungkwan: GUYS STOP BEING SO BAD , YOURE BECOMING WORSE THAN BAND - falls -

Vernon: guys buy my mixtape, it has Kanye and my badass violin skills in one song

Dino : - eats potato salad while playing on the bass then drops the bass - YALL THE BASS DROPPED

Adrenaline Rush {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn are good friends and you’re giving him a pep talk and in the heat of the moment he kisses you

author’s note// yanno what’s a good show? law and order svu. yanno what’s a horrible movie? to the bone, highly offensive, absolutely horrible

masterlist 

“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people. 

“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage. 

“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off. 

“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show. 

“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some. 

“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar. 

“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her. 

Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates. 

It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you. 

“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about. 

“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way. 

Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same. 

“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled. 

“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least. 

“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes. 

“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever. 

“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded. 

“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod. 

You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something. 

“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. 

“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked. 

But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body. 

“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist. 

“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time. 

author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon

5 Reasons: CHOOSE MUSIC FOR YOUR STRONGEST PLAYERS IN YOUR ORCHESTRA, NOT YOUR WEAKEST

1. CHALLENGE YOUR STUDENTS THAT WANT TO WORK FOR YOU AND WILL
Many directors choose music that their weakest player can play. I am the opposite. I focus more on my top students and push them as far as I can take them - within reason. I’m not going to choose college level repertoire for my middle school orchestra, but the music I choose is challenging, but doable for everyone if they choose to work.
RESULT: higher level of musicianship

2. INDIVIDUALLY STRONG ORCHESTA
I find that the students who are in the back of my orchestra are not necessary the weakest players. These are my laziest players. I have two competing orchestras. One is for the most advanced/willing to work hard students and the other is for students who love orchestra and to play, but do not want to put in the work to advance.
RESULT: one orchestra who have a common goal to work hard

3. MAKE MUSIC
Even middle school students can make beautiful music and there are wonderfully written pieces that are within the playing ability of intermediate students.
RESULT: An orchestra that is more musically focused, not ‘play the notes on the page’ focused

4. HIGH SCHOOL READY
I feel that many students who continue into their high school orchestras are not at the level they need to be at when they leave middle school. One of my goals for my students is to make that transition easier for them. The expectation is to practice and work hard from day one. Many of my students make the varsity orchestras in the high school orchestra program their freshmen year.

5. ELIMINATE THE VERY ANNOYING ‘THIS IS TOO EASY’ COMMENT
I try very hard to never give them something that they can sight-read through perfectly. I want them to struggle and complain because then they will work and become better musicians. It also helps my entire program strive to practice and be better musicians because they know that there is no limit to what they can learn.

The Signs as Electives
  • Aries: An extra P.E class
  • Taurus: culinary arts
  • Gemini: Tech Ed.
  • Cancer: Creative Writing
  • Leo: Drama
  • Virgo: Band
  • Libra: Home Ed.
  • Scorpio: Art
  • Sagittarius: Directing
  • Capricorn: Study Hall
  • Aquarius: Orchestra
  • Pisces: Advanced Ninja 101

Hi!! I’m Michelle! I’m 15 years old and live in Florida!

Interests:
- Game Grumps
- classic literature
- piano music
- huge history buff
- art art art art art
- musicals of all kinds!
- violin (been playing for 5 years now!)
- bad movies ( Beware hehe)
- Disney
- birds!

I’m very timid at first but bOY i change real quick! I will happily accept any new friends! I’m a sophomore in high school, in in advance placing world history and advanced English. Orchestra is my favorite class but I live with the feeling of classical musi in general ringing in my ears. Making me feel safe and happy. I’m looking for people who will just be up for a coversafion. All is welcomed! I really hope we can become friends!
Warning my humor is awful ; )


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blueperz  asked:

What does one do when they were last chair last year but know there part of an advanced orchestra and are second chair? I have not sat upfront since 8th grade and now I'm in first row. I have no clue what I am doing.

Wing it. I can guarantee that the 1st chair has no clue what they are doing and are just acting like they do. ~ Admin Rose