Nostalgia
Blustery day today wasn't it? Anyway here's something I wrote a week ago. Or something like that... This isn't related to hope. No, haven't started editing hope yet. I'm working the details out in my head currently
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The lights go out. A thin layer of darkness descends as the lights gradually dim until only a spark or two remains.
The crowd's twittering quiets as they wait in anticipation. They're waiting is not for long. As soon as total darkness falls, the lack curtain opens with a soft swoop. A red curtain with the image of a masquerade is revealed. The rhinestones attempt to twinkle even though there is no light. Then the red parts as well, revealing a black stage.
Upon the stage a figure in white is revealed. Her dress is simple. A white princess concoction. The neckline is moderate; neither pristine nor low. There is no lace adorning the flow of cloth, no diamonds and lace.
She steps forward; the floor length skirts swirling across the swept and polished stage. It leaves no mark of dust on the hem.
The movement draws attention to the absence of embellishment even further.
Her arms reach out to grab the microphone. One hand to grab the stand warmed by the stage lights. The other frees the microphone and switches it on with a faint click. She raises it and parts her lips. her chest swells and her voice emerges.
Her song comes forth. A beautiful song that touches the audience one by one. In particular, a girl.
The girl sits in the back of the crowded space and watches the singer with rapt attention. The voice reaches deep inside her. Raising goosebumps and causing her to forget to breathe. The girl leans forward grasping the armrests tightly.
The song wraps around her heart; warming it after such a long time. Feelings she has sealed off come rushing up.
Her eyes start to sting. She rolls them back trying to prevent the impending tears.
The girl thinks back. If she hadn't have stopped, would she have been upon the stage? Would she have been happily singing instead of wondering what might have been? And she continues to wonder what could have happenned.
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The lights go out. A thin layer of darkness descends as the lights gradually dim until only a spark or two remains.
The crowd's twittering quiets as they wait in anticipation. They're waiting is not for long. As soon as total darkness falls, the lack curtain opens with a soft swoop. A red curtain with the image of a masquerade is revealed. The rhinestones attempt to twinkle even though there is no light. Then the red parts as well, revealing a black stage.
Upon the stage a figure in white is revealed. Her dress is simple. A white princess concoction. The neckline is moderate; neither pristine nor low. There is no lace adorning the flow of cloth, no diamonds and lace.
She steps forward; the floor length skirts swirling across the swept and polished stage. It leaves no mark of dust on the hem.
The movement draws attention to the absence of embellishment even further.
Her arms reach out to grab the microphone. One hand to grab the stand warmed by the stage lights. The other frees the microphone and switches it on with a faint click. She raises it and parts her lips. her chest swells and her voice emerges.
Her song comes forth. A beautiful song that touches the audience one by one. In particular, a girl.
The girl sits in the back of the crowded space and watches the singer with rapt attention. The voice reaches deep inside her. Raising goosebumps and causing her to forget to breathe. The girl leans forward grasping the armrests tightly.
The song wraps around her heart; warming it after such a long time. Feelings she has sealed off come rushing up.
Her eyes start to sting. She rolls them back trying to prevent the impending tears.
The girl thinks back. If she hadn't have stopped, would she have been upon the stage? Would she have been happily singing instead of wondering what might have been? And she continues to wonder what could have happenned.