Viva la Vida or Death and All his Friends!
WHO: The Liberty Warsaw University Glee Club~*~!
WHEN: Thursday July 15th, Early Morning
WHERE: Liberty Warsaw University Auditorium
WHAT: What could be better than Coldplay acapella? How about Spanish monologues, Doujinshi sketches, unwilling participants, and Kirkland family reunions!
Ecstatic, he thought, was a perfect word to describe how he felt that morning. Surely arranging beige and brown chairs in a circle upon the polished wooden stage was not a chore or duty any pessimistic man should use such a word to define, but no rope, fishing rod, or dead weight could match the strength of the wings installed on his red Converse where the circled black stars resided.
Dewi's head was in the clouds.
No, it was above the clouds - in the stars, perhaps even beyond, closer to the heavens. His heart felt lighter than it had since he first held hands with a lovely mistress by the name of Rose Tyler back in Uni, but a feeling as pure and untainted as this could keep him stacking chairs alone for a millennium's age, and keep the word 'ecstatic' fresh in his memory for decades longer.
When the last chair was inducted into the stage circle, he gathered the sheet music from the piano, a waltz-like skip to his step as his Hermes-stolen shoes carried him across the stage floor like a ballroom.
He only dared to stop dancing with his tea-scented fantasy moments after noticing that the auditorium doors had opened.
WHEN: Thursday July 15th, Early Morning
WHERE: Liberty Warsaw University Auditorium
WHAT: What could be better than Coldplay acapella? How about Spanish monologues, Doujinshi sketches, unwilling participants, and Kirkland family reunions!
Ecstatic, he thought, was a perfect word to describe how he felt that morning. Surely arranging beige and brown chairs in a circle upon the polished wooden stage was not a chore or duty any pessimistic man should use such a word to define, but no rope, fishing rod, or dead weight could match the strength of the wings installed on his red Converse where the circled black stars resided.
Dewi's head was in the clouds.
No, it was above the clouds - in the stars, perhaps even beyond, closer to the heavens. His heart felt lighter than it had since he first held hands with a lovely mistress by the name of Rose Tyler back in Uni, but a feeling as pure and untainted as this could keep him stacking chairs alone for a millennium's age, and keep the word 'ecstatic' fresh in his memory for decades longer.
When the last chair was inducted into the stage circle, he gathered the sheet music from the piano, a waltz-like skip to his step as his Hermes-stolen shoes carried him across the stage floor like a ballroom.
He only dared to stop dancing with his tea-scented fantasy moments after noticing that the auditorium doors had opened.