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Kevin Frazier

Instructor: Mitchell

English 052, Section DKB

A Trip to New York City

One summer my Aunt Janet invited me to go on a bus trip with her church to Radio City

Music Hall in New York City. Radio City Music Hall is theater where musical shows are held,

getting to go there would be a new experience for me. With out knowing the next sound, smell,

touch, or taste, the visit to New York City became an adrenaline rush to my senses.

My memory of that day starts on the bus sitting by the window, watching the birds fly

through the sky looking for their morning meal. As the bus roared across the highway trying to

complete it’s journey I took glances out the window. Due to the sun peeking through the clouds

the landscapes became unclear. So I began to randomly look around at the people on the bus like

a surveillance camera. My ears were tuned into the different conversations, which made the bus

feel as though it was a talk show discusssion. The expressions of the faces of the people depict

their emotions through their smiles, frowns, and sounds of laughter or snoring.

As we entered New York City I was amazed by all the yellow cabs that filled the streets like

a swarm of bees. I saw hundreds of people on every sidewalk dodging vehicles as they dashed

across the street. I notice that the traffiic lights, had seemed to me to have no effect on drivers

because they seem to ingore the red lights. I ask myself ,“is everyone blind in this city?”

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When we finally reached Radio City Music Hall ushers greeted everyone cheerfully at the

door. I felt like I was on Broadway because of all the flashing lights, red carpets, and courteous

service. As I walked in the Music Hall the first thing that caught my attention was the large

stage. In the hall’s proscenium style and decorative colors, the stage had a beautiful sight in the

hall. That was until I sat down, stretched, and looked up to see the ceiling. The designs looked

like works of Michealangelo, with different arts all wrapping together to make one art form. The

sounds of people talking inside the hall were echoing until more people started filling in seats.

The architectural design of the theater gave it great acoustics on the performers singing on the

stage.

The story was a variety of singing, dancing, and magic illusions. The lighting of the show

was like they had a space ship hovering over the stage. With the actors wearing wild colors on

them, gave me a illusion that the actors were really close to me when actually they were

not. During the magic show at times I smelled the hall filling up with gunpowder like they were

shooting off cannons. I couldn’t keep up with all the sights and sounds I heard, but the sounds I

did hear kept me intrigue.

After the show was over it was time to go back home. I wasn’t too dicouraged because I got

a chance to see New York at night. Thinking of the lights shining bright as stars in the night time

sky, the streets a little more settled, and to think of the cool breeze of that day, I fell asleep with a

smile. Giving my senses rest from a long exciting day of beautiful events.

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