This is the day your dreams come true.
My final Newfield High School musical is over.
As my bouquet of roses withers in its vase, I reflect upon my triumphs and idle daydreams of the past four years.
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As Fantine bathed in blue sunlight, I lazily watched the strikingly emotional dance that dominated my vision. Smiling, I admired the twirling of white dresses, the soft, sweet voices, and the intense, youthful love. Twenty minutes later, throbbing patriotism enveloped my heart as I witnessed the beginning of a revolution.
“One day to a new beginning
Raise the flag of freedom high.
Every man will be a king.
Every man will be a king.”
My soul flamed with anarchy. The rebels’ incredulous proclamations of freedom and love moved me to believe that my miniscule, meaningless life should be pitied. My humble existence is nothing to their grandeur.
~~~
I stood on the edge of Hell, gazing at the angels who laughed through azure veils. The vision faded as Mallory fell to her knees as if she was praying to the dancing shadows. I watched her curiously for a moment and hesitantly followed her lead. I stared down the Devil and picked up the broken wings of angels. My triumph was for humanity's grand potentials.
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I held the hands of singing strangers. Their eyes twinkled with fiery passion, and their feet pounded the floor riotously. The stench of dried sweat assaulted my nostrils as many lively bodies surrounded me in dizzying chaos. We bowed simultaneously to our Masters and smiled at eachother with distrustful eyes. I crawled into the cove, and listened to screams ring through the walls. I refused to join the strangers in their meaningless rituals any longer, and I was utterly alone. I closed my eyes and wished for a beam of light to shine through my black fortress.
~~~
Hidden in darkness, I was entranced by golden and blue. My face was wet with brown tears, and my heart was heavy with a sense of finality. A pale figure remained stationary in my mind as everything else glided away. I tried to stifle a sob, but I could not-the tears flowed freely and naturally now. The pale soldier was the last one left on a lonely, bloody battlefield.
As my bouquet of roses withers in its vase, I reflect upon my triumphs and idle daydreams of the past four years.
~~~
As Fantine bathed in blue sunlight, I lazily watched the strikingly emotional dance that dominated my vision. Smiling, I admired the twirling of white dresses, the soft, sweet voices, and the intense, youthful love. Twenty minutes later, throbbing patriotism enveloped my heart as I witnessed the beginning of a revolution.
“One day to a new beginning
Raise the flag of freedom high.
Every man will be a king.
Every man will be a king.”
My soul flamed with anarchy. The rebels’ incredulous proclamations of freedom and love moved me to believe that my miniscule, meaningless life should be pitied. My humble existence is nothing to their grandeur.
~~~
I stood on the edge of Hell, gazing at the angels who laughed through azure veils. The vision faded as Mallory fell to her knees as if she was praying to the dancing shadows. I watched her curiously for a moment and hesitantly followed her lead. I stared down the Devil and picked up the broken wings of angels. My triumph was for humanity's grand potentials.
~~~
I held the hands of singing strangers. Their eyes twinkled with fiery passion, and their feet pounded the floor riotously. The stench of dried sweat assaulted my nostrils as many lively bodies surrounded me in dizzying chaos. We bowed simultaneously to our Masters and smiled at eachother with distrustful eyes. I crawled into the cove, and listened to screams ring through the walls. I refused to join the strangers in their meaningless rituals any longer, and I was utterly alone. I closed my eyes and wished for a beam of light to shine through my black fortress.
~~~
Hidden in darkness, I was entranced by golden and blue. My face was wet with brown tears, and my heart was heavy with a sense of finality. A pale figure remained stationary in my mind as everything else glided away. I tried to stifle a sob, but I could not-the tears flowed freely and naturally now. The pale soldier was the last one left on a lonely, bloody battlefield.