plz give me conclusion sentence and or title for this prose its due tomorrow- just had flu and having extreme writer’s block
Have you ever been to a place you loved more than your own dreams? A place where you just knew that you belonged and would do anything just to remain there? I have and for me that place is Paris, France and is as important to me as my own music. This means very much, of course, if you factor in that I play piano, harp, and flute and spend most of my time in lessons or practicing, or that my role model is Nancy Hurrell, harpist extraordinaire. It might be hard to understand my love for this city, but if you have ever been there, then you would surely understand.
The reason that I love Paris so very much is due to the vacation I took there the summer after sixth grade. I instantly fell in love with the beauty of the city; it was like it was made for me. The matching buildings were ancient and detailed due to a law passed by Napoleon during his rule, I personally love ancient architecture especially French architecture. It was amazing how it could be so beautiful but yet be such a busy, thriving city, which is another thing that I love, I could go on all day about all that I love about Paris; the language, the feel, the Louvre… When my mom, dad, and I were in Paris we stayed at l’Hotel Splendid Etoile a lovely hotel right off l’Arc de Triomphe and across the street from l’Empereur Café, which had phenomenal escargot in the shell. From our balcony you could see the most famous French monument, la Tour Eiffel, as its ‘Christmas lights’ twinkled on the hour all night. Down ‘la rue’ from us was, by some coincidence, was a fabulous harp boutique where I bought some gorgeous sheet music which I played at my uncle’s wedding.
When I heard that my Uncle Mike was getting married to his girlfriend, Adrienne, I was excited for them, but even more excited to play harp at their wedding. I was playing solo for the whole wedding and was very excited. When I got outside the hall to set up the harp in my flowing black layered gown with sequin embellished straps, I realized that it was frigid on the lake and extremely windy which caused my harp to make a lot of noise. I wrapped my little silk shawl around me and started to play my Parisian song as my nana and the bridesmaids came practically stampeding down the old wooden stairs. Now I hastily changed my music over as the bride came immediately gliding out even though I had requested for her to wait, I broke out in the wedding march and everything went perfectly. I tried to muffle my harp throughout the vows and then nailed the Mendelssohn at the end, even with numb shivering fingers and goosebump covered arms. Performing in front of this crowd made me think about my harpist friend Nancy Hurrell.
I met Nancy for the first time at the Loon Mountain Highland Games three years ago when she was hosting a Celtic harp clinic. Nancy and I really connected, and she was very helpful and friendly with me. I see Nancy at just about every harp event I go to, as we are both members of The Boston Harp Society, and she is a great role model for me. She has played for many famous celebrities like JFK, the princess and ambassador of Spain, and many more. She has had a very successful career, and if you want to know more, just look her up online.
As you can see, I have some great things going on in my life and have some big dreams. My events in this essay actually tie together quite well as I plan to be a harpist in Paris after I graduate from Berklee (I hope). I desire to be a lot like Nancy and play for weddings, parties, fancy restaurants, tea houses, and such. I get a bit nervous when I play in front of people, but I do love it so much and I am pretty good at just concentrating on my playing, surprisingly I get less nervous playing solo than with a group. I guess this is due to the fact that I can just fudge when I’m alone which you can’t due with a group as much. Now you know my dreams, and hopefully understand a lot more about who I am.
