Synthesis Paper on Cell Phones Usage in School

Robert Pohlman ENG-215 Miss Sreenan June 2, 2009 My cardinal Minutes of Fame I arrived at the Tepala Shrine Temple to mash my initiatory gig in front of a live audience with my b be-assed mob Ben Joehoff and the Cards. Im Robert, the lead guitarist in our four piece band. I fling into the building with my shoulders back trying to exude presumption as I carry in my two guitars, a laguna and a fender Stratocaster. As soon as Im through the entry I start looking for my friends without trying to be too clear about it. At the same time I walk easy toward the room where all the loud band and people noises are escaping.I stop at the doorway. Glancing around the room, I interpret the judges at their table, the audience, and all the other band member want-to-bes hanging around. My eyes rouse to the front of the room, to the huge stage. The stage appears as promised by the RAMIs. It is set up with everything necessary for a rock band to play professionally. I fall upon the huge b lack speakers and the shiny microph integritys which will have us sound professional. There are lights all over, of different sizes, colors and shapes. There are lighting people, and sound people. The setup looks great and the rest is up to us.I swallow down a dry throat, trying to keep my nerve from showing. Again, I look for my friends. Suddenly, I see Mark, or Joker, that is his band nickname, and, then, I see the rest of my band. I give a secondary sigh of relief, to myself, and, I think, They are here, this is really happening . I grin at them, and hurry over to join them. Everyone is excited, nervous, but excited. We cant wait bowl its our turn There are several bands before us, but they play their songs way too fast. Suddenly, were up This is my first time. I can regain the butterflies exploding in my stomach. I take a deep breath and walk out into the lights on stage.The lights are so bright that it is hard to see anything off stage. I strum a cord on my guitar to mak e sure my volume is alright. Suddenly, I hear the sound of sticks One, two, three, four My turn, I hit the first cord and feel the rich sound. The crowd seems to care us. Some of my nauseous friends are dancing to the music. Mark busts out with his crazy drum solo. The beat calms me somehow. Oh, no My solo is coming up I hope I dont mess up Here, goes. I just choose to concentrate on the notes. Suddenly it is over I nailed it That has to be one of the best fifteen minutes of my life