Review

Pentatonix

Pentatonix had rock this summer.... At Summerfest I went with my brother and my sister who came with her friends, and I could not believe how busy it was. I am so excited that the Pentatonix had came to Summer fest they stole the show by stome as they rocked the stage, I was amazed by the one of the members, in the band who can beat box and play the cello at the same time. My favorite song is when they sing the history of the music by the years.

I kept watching their music videos from their YouTube channel and I wish them luck on many of their concerts and tours a head. And all four members of the band  had the audentents up on their feet and rockin out of their seats. "Till midnight'  Now I can  stile  hear their music in my head "Pentatonix Rocks...." 

 Here is a short story of my adventure in SummerFest                                  

My Summerfest Adventure  





(A Short Story)  



My Summerfest Adventure, I went to Summerfest with my brother it is our first time in summerfest 

we are walking around the park and hearing the music. We saw many musical acts there we have stopped and ate at a Italian restaurant, I had a Italian sausage sandwich, it is very tasty and we shared chips and had a root beer float. One of my favorite music act is I saw a  group of street drummers it is really cool, really fun. And entertaining. I really like the many different styles of drumming 

there is  a lot of music and food we hear many people singing and bands playing there and me
and my brother  had gone  sightseeing and walking around. I saw the  Heavly Davison Motorcycles logo with the three motorcycles displayed inside it is really cool. And I saw a Pentatoix concert there
it is really fun me and my brother had a great time, there and hoping to go again next summer.

What of an adventure...



 Here is a short poem called Flat Feet  



Flat Feet

(A poem)

What do I feel about my flat feet?
Talk about pain of having to walk on them
it feels like having two inflated suctions cups
for feet. Getting pancaked on the pavement
going flappy-flop

it feels like my feet are about to pop. And I am ready to
give up. But I won't let my Donnel Duck feet take its defeat on me
all I have to do is speed up.    
  

                

   

                                       



Stuck

"This Short Story is dedicated to my loving Parents"...

I love to write. In my own writing, it really helps me to get my mind off of things-

about everything for a day. Just write what is in my heart and mind out on paper or on my computer.

I thought I had everything to myself- ideas, thoughts, and titles. Themes without the words

that I see in my head. I just keep typing the words on my keyboard and keep on writing. It is

like, I know how to make a page. Start a sentence and to end the sentence with a period and make a

chapter; I feel that I am stuck in my writing because there is so much about punctuation that I don't

know.

"What kind of a writer am I?"

How does not knowing about punctuation or spelling the words the right way make me feel?  I hear the story or a poem in my mind, and all I get is alphabet soup in my head.

I understand the importance of how I put the words on paper to try to make those words not hard for my reader to understand about what I am writing. I put words that don't make any sense ("I need help")..... I ask for help, but my dad tells me to sound the word out.  I've tried my best, but nothing but a flat word comes out of my lips. A big fat nothing that only sounds like I feel - a slow speller.

A first born writer who does not know how to write.  I can see why my teachers did not have the time to teach me more about writing back when I was in high school.  I look back at my high school years and wish I had learned more about writing. I said goodbye books, goodbye pencils, goodbye homework, but  for me I never stopped wanting to learn more about story writing.

But now, my parents are my teachers. They try to teach me about writing. At least I have my parents to help me. Teaching me, giving enough support as any writer needs to write a good story or a poem. My parents have taught me about good criticism, tough love and believing in myself. I have to get through a whole story.

Sometimes I feel stuck in my writing, but I don't have to feel stuck in a disability. 

THE END 

              Thank you for your love and support and for helping keep me on track in all 

the years of my writing. I feel so grateful to have you around as my teachers-
correcting me and pushing me into a better writer"....