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As the last chorus of the melody begins, my senses selectivley sharpen. I ignore the blinding lights, the imposing audience. Instend I foucus on the brewing dissonanc of the trombones. The explosive saxophone section.There is complete awareness of my body: the sensation of my sweat soaked shirt clinging to my heavy chest and the weakness of my legs, inspite of which I stand. Each step to the solo mic is measured and deliburate; each footfall crushes another butterfly. I adjust my necksta...

As the last chorus of the melody begins, my senses selectivley sharpen. I ignore the blinding lights, the imposing audience. Instend I foucus on the brewing dissonanc of the trombones. The explosive saxophone section.There is complete awareness of my body: the sensation of my sweat soaked shirt clinging to my heavy chest and the weakness of my legs, inspite of which I stand. Each step to the solo mic is measured and deliburate; each footfall crushes another butterfly. I adjust my necksta...

Friendship is kind of like glass. If built with care and time it can be extremely strong. But if it is built in just a minute or two, the effects could be catastrophic. Like say you used that friendship to protect you from other people. Its the same as using glass in windows to protect you from mother nature and her fury. If it broke your world might just fall apart. But if it was bad glass that made everything you look upon cloudy,and blurry. Then when it broke you might be able to see the l...

The lights fade on. We see 2 people on the stage. There are also people in the background but you cant really see them. The stage seems to be filled with mist. There is a man that is pacing angrily across the stage. The other person is a woman that seems to be crying. man-(he stops in front of the woman and is angry) Damn you! I did it for you... i did it for love. You told me that this is what you wanted, and they (he points to the people in the background) were in the way. woman-so you reso...

“Hey Jamie good job!” Everyone I saw in the hallway kept congratulating me but I didn’t know why. But that wasn’t the only weird thing I noticed in school everyone had a school newspaper. Now I know what you’re thinking so what they’re just reading the newspaper. But the thing is no one get the paper here I know this because I work for the school newspaper. The average number of newspapers we sell a year is about 150. So now you can see why I think its weird that they are all reading the pape...