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Returning To RADA

I sit in Reception and wait, and wonder
What is going on, as it sounds like thunder.
Up on the first floor, somewhere above my head,
The students are making enough noise to wake the dead.
Across the room, I can hear feet running to and fro,
And the drama students utter loud sounds, as they go.

It’s Saturday, but rehearsal studios are alive wherever I go,
With drama students, honing their skills, in readiness to show.
En route to my exam, I pause upon the first floor,
And, am drawn by sounds, which I just can’t ignore.
A tinkling piano and the sound of singing, is what I hear;
I stand there momentarily, soaking up the atmosphere.

Sitting outside the exam room now and I can hear a cello;
Its sound soaring towards me: deeply resonant and mellow.
The previous candidate emerges from the exam room,
And is living proof that you should never ever assume.
He’s a stocky guy, in his mid forties, with shaven hair;
Not the kind of person I would have expected to see there!
But, then I guess I’m not a typical drama student either;
Just another person, like him, hit by Shakespeare fever!

In the exam, I begin reciting my sonnet and fluff my lines,
So I end up starting the piece again, for a second time.
I’m calmer now and my train of thought is back on track,
And in my concentration, there is now no further lack.
During my second piece, I sit on an imaginary moonlit bank.
This time, thankfully, my mind is clear and doesn’t go blank.

I launch into my final piece and have a right ball,
As the speaker is angry and this is not like me at all!
Where my imaginary target stands, I have a man in mind;
Someone from my life, who I’ve recently left behind.
I would have loved to have shouted at him like this;
I find the moment extremely therapeutic! Pure bliss!

I thoroughly enjoy throwing my two arms around,
And raising my voice; making such a loud sound.
The words are firmly stuck there, within my head,
And, if looks could kill, my victim would be dead!
Through the piece, venting my pent-up anger, I plough,
And, from the examiner, my efforts earn me a ‘wow! ’

With my sight-reading test, I attempt to ‘emotionally invest’,
But with only three minutes to study the piece, I just do my best.
We talk and she tells me that I bring much to the table.
I express self-doubt, but she seems to consider me able.
She expresses hope that I’ll come back to the Academy again.
Next time, it will be my Gold Certificate I’ll be hoping to obtain.

But I wonder how I’ll know, if my standard ever gets that good?
How will I know if I if I shouldn’t attempt it or even if I should?
Next time, there’ll be two examiners watching me,
And I can imagine just how nervous I will, then, be!
I’m just not sure within my self, that I’ll ever be that clever,
But, then again, as the saying often goes, never say never!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Drama Exam

I sit outside the exam room,
Worrying that I'll forget my lines.
I sit there feeling anxious,
Trying to convince myself it will be just fine.

I can hear the slightly muffled sounds
Of the previous candidate going through their paces.
Sat in the corridor at RADA, on my own,
My mind feels with fear, while my heart madly races.

I've rehearsed these pieces over and over,
So the words I'm hoping that I won't forget.
I've recited them every day for weeks on end,
So, in my mind, they should be firmly set.

Soon enough, it's my chance to shine.
I know I've got to keep my nerves at bay.
I take a deep breath, compose myself, then launch into
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? '

After my sonnet, I perform my speech.
'If music be the food of love, ' I start to recite.
I'm totally amazed and relieved that, for both pieces,
I manage to get every single word perfectly right!

Next, the examiner sits me back down,
To discuss her expectations for the sight reading test.
With only a few minutes preparation time.
I'll just have to try and do my very best.

With the exam now over,
To the examiner, I bid farewell.
I think I've done okay,
But, I guess, it can be hard to tell.

A few weeks later, I get my result.
I've passed with Merit. I feel great,
And so, that night, I head to the pub,
For a drink to celebrate!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Music Exam

I sit outside the exam room, waiting, patiently, for my turn;
Anxiety has, long since, set in, and my stomach is all a-churn.
These music exams, have always been really rather formal,
So, I guess, to get this nervous, is just completely normal.

I enter the exam room, and, having warmed up, I start,
But, all too soon, things, very slightly, begin to fall apart.
For this moment, in my life, I have, relentlessly, rehearsed;
Of the times, I’ve played this piece; this is, by far, the worst.

I’m unable to stop my two hands from, literally, shaking,
And I’m feeling annoyed at the mistakes, I’m now making.
At home, I’ve played this piece, hundreds of times before,
But my fingers just don’t seem to want to work any more.

At my mistakes, I’m now feeling really rather frustrated,
And deep inside, my spirit is now, somewhat, deflated.
At home, feeling relaxed, I played these pieces just fine;
Now my fingers, no longer feel as though they are even mine.

Next up, the examiner asks me to play some scales and chords;
To make too many errors, in this section, I can very ill afford.
But, I hardly falter, and I get all of them, pretty much, right;
I feel extremely relieved, and the end of the exam is in sight.

Finally, I’m presented with a short piece of sight reading;
‘Nothing too difficult’ – in my mind, I’m, silently, pleading.
The examiner thanks me for coming, and I am now free to go.
How well I did, I now have to wait a few more weeks, to know.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Love You Out Loud

I sit in my living room thinking of you
And the feelings I fear are coming true
And everything about you is wrong I know it
But I still taste you on my tongue
And I still breathe you in my lungs
And I wish I could stop breaking down
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
It's 7:00am and I just want to call you
And tell you I'm falling in love
But, there's someone else inside these four walls
If she smells you on my skin
I can't let her know where I've been
I wish I could be with you now
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
Don't tell them anything
And I won't let you go
Don't say a word
Don't tell a soul
And I shiver at the thought of you
I can't believe that you love me too
And we quiver when we touch
I can't believe I love you so much
And I hate it when you walk away
I know we can't go on this way
But there's magic when we touch
I can't believe I love you so much
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Don't make a sound
Don't tell a soul
Don't tell them anything
And I won't let you go
Wish I could love you out loud
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could hear how it sounds
To be with you and no one else
Wish I could love you out loud
Because I'm under your spell
Wish I could tell the whole world
But I'll just keep it to myself
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud
Wish I could hear how it sounds
Wish I could love you out loud

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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A Piece Of You

Im just trying to live this life of mine
The more I look, the more Im blind
And all I ask for is piece of mind
And all I want is a piece of you
Well I lost my way today
Back home from work
The snow fell like dust
I felt like dirt
Happens everytime I start to search
For that long lost piece of you
A piece of you
A piece of you
A piece of you
It seems the last time I was sure
Of anything
I sold my heart
I wore your ring
But now, the queen has lost her king
All I want is a piece of you
A piece of you
A piece of you
A piece of you

song performed by by Veruca Salt
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A Few Easy Pieces

Piece of this
piece of that

Peace and bliss,
Piece of crap

Peace of mind,
Piece of cake,

piece of work
Piece of steak,

Piece of eight
Piece of the action

Piece of the pie
Peace and satisfaction

Piece in the valley
Piece of glass

piece of my mind
Piece of a….

That’s quite enough now! ! !
Let’s quit this dance

Let’s stop while we’re ahead…
Let’s Give peace a chance

poem by David Whalen
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Whispers & Moans

Dull, dull grey
The colour of our times
Cool, cool space
That I still hope to find
Far beyond the veil
The sound of whispers and moans
Slow, time bomb
The clamour of the street
I hear this town
It never goes to sleep
And I will catch the taxi driver
Weeping like a wounded beast
Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life
When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all
Without your whispers and moans
cos here you come to carry me home
Here you come to carry me home
Love that sound
Time erase
Tension wheels
Cool heels
Wont ya come on open the bid fore too long
Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life
Id give anything to be a fly upon the wall
And hear your whispers and moans
Id like to hear your whispers and moans
Here you come to carry me
We are the mirrors
Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion
Cleansed in a moment of recognition
You gave your life for it
Worth its weight in gold
And growing empires and art collectors
And alans sound investments
Will one day be forgotten
One day be forgotten, yeah

song performed by by Crowded House
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Whispers And Moans

N. Finn)
Dull dull grey, the colour of our times
Cool cool space that I still hope to find
Far beyond the veil
The sound of whispers and moans
Slow time bomb, the clamour of the street
I hear this town it never goes to sleep
And I will catch the taxi driver
Weeping like a wounded beast
Then I wake up in your room
Share one piece of your life
When tomorrow comes
We may not be here at all
Without your whispers and moans
Here you come to carry me home
Love that sound, time erase
Tension wheels, cool heels
Won't ya come on open the bid before too long
I wake up in your room
Share one piece of your life
I'd give anything to be a fly upon the wall
And hear your whispers and moans
I like to hear your whispers and moans
Here you come to carry me home
We are the mirrors of each other
In a lifetime of suspicion
Cleansed in a moment, a flash of recognition
You gave your life for it
Worth its weight in gold and growing empires
Art collectors and Alans sound investments
Will one day be forgotten, one day be forgotten
YEAH!
---
Copyright 1991 by Roundhead Music (BMI

song performed by by Crowded House
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Sounds

What are the sounds we love to hear,
the sounds that bring us joy?
They are all the sounds we've listened to,
sounds that don't destroy
how you feel or how you react
when they reach your ear.
They touch a certain part of you
that sometimes brings a tear
of joy.

A child's laughter so innocent and pure,
a rolling wave down at the shore,
a sound of comfort from a spoken word,
a sound of wind chimes in the air,
a sound of silence while in prayer,
a sound of white noise when you sleep,
a sound of joyful tears you weep.

These sounds and many, many more
can change a person's mood.
They soothe your body and your mind
so nothing can intrude
upon your joy.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Education -an Ocean

Dean of the students is
The cloud that fills the ocean.
Educator of the novice is
The salt in the ocean.
Student of an institute is
The water in that ocean.
Notorious among the students are
The predators of the ocean.

Man without education...
Ocean without water.....
Un imaginable they are!

Cream of students is
The pearl of the oceans.
Men who perceived Einstein`s theory are
The seven oceans in the world.
Exam time for the students are
The waves and the tides of these oceans.
And the time of the results coming in is
A whirl pool in the oceans.

poem by Harika Kuncham
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Mr Disco

How can I ever forget you
You dont know just what Ive been through
The holiday we spent together
Lives with me now and forever
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Maybe youd write me a letter
And tell me why I never met you
Our rendezvous just ended in sorrow
Without you theres no tomorrow
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I tried but I cant find you
Tell me now what do I do
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I didnt care what other people would say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
I cant find my piece of mind
Because I need you with me all of the time
I used to think about you night and day
I used to feel what language cannot say
Oh I cant find you
No I cant find my piece of mind without you
Ibiza, majorca, and benidorm too
Ive searched all these places but never found you

song performed by by New Order
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Piece Of My Heart

Didnt I make you feel
Like you were the only one
Didnt I give you everthing
That a man possibly can
But all the love I give you
Its never enough
But Im going to show you baby
That a man can be tough
Come on come on come on come on
And take it take another little
Piece of my heart
Break it break another little
Piece of my heart
Have it have another little
Piece of my heart
You know youve got it if it makes you feel good
Youre out on the street looking good
And you know deep down in your heart it aint right
And you never never hear me
When I cry for you each night
Sometimes I tell myself I cant stand the pain
But when I hold you in my arms
I say it again
Come on come on come on come on
And take it take another little
Piece of my heart
Break it break another little
Piece of my heart
Have it have another little
Piece of my heart
You know youve got it if it makes you feel good
Sometimes I tell myself I cant stand the pain
But when I hold you in my arms I say it again
Come on come on come on come on
And take it take another little
Piece of my heart
Break it break another little
Piece of my heart
Have it have another little
Piece of my heart
You know youve got it
So take it take another little
Piece of my heart
Break it break another little
Piece of my heart
Have it have another little
Piece of my heart
Take it take another little
Piece of my heart
Break it break another little
Piece of my heart
Have it have another little
Piece of my heart
(jerry ragavoy/burt burns)
Published by: planetary/nom

song performed by by Nazareth
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My Lovers Box

My lovers charms
Are in a box
Beneath my bed
And piece by piece
Ill cherish them
Until the end
Send me an angel to love
I need to feel a little piece of heaven
Send me an angel to love
Im afraid Ill never get to heaven
They burn my hands
Scar my face
And blind my eyes
Ill steal your breath
And throw away
What I despise
Send me an angel to love
I need to feel a little piece of heaven
Send me an angel to love
Im afraid Ill never get to heaven
Between these walls
And darkened halls
Ive done my time
If I should die
Before I wake
Then youll know why
Send me an angel to love
I need to feel a little piece of heaven
Send me an angel to love
Im afraid Ill never get to heaven, piece by piece
Send me an angel to love, piece by piece
I need to feel a little piece of heaven, piece by piece
Send me an angel to love, piece by piece
Im afraid Ill never get to heaven, piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel
Piece by piece, send me an angel

song performed by by Garbage
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