From the Darkness, to the Light
The stage was pitching black, apart from the staring spotlight which god had sent down upon me. My vision’s foreground and background was black, I couldn’t see my trench. I watched a mass of people in front of me as they stared towards my direction. I stood there in character and showed real passion for this famous personality. I prayed to God to aid his pursuit, and swear to the stars that I will never relent.
I could hear the sound of footsteps walking on to the stage, along with an army of applause in one ear and a thumping heartbeat in the other ear. I heard the music, the pianist started playing. I could hear my own voice, along with the voice singing in my head to help me. This voice surrounded the whole area of the theatre.
I stood in the spot light, on the hard surfaced stage, with anger, with a sentiment of hatred through my blood, while holding the baton with a tight clench. I expressed my emotions through song. The touches of leather on the palm of my hands were starting to sweat from the inside. I took my hat off, and I could feel my hair when I looked up into the stars.
When I raised my baton at the end of the song, I could then smell the fresh wood which was recently carved into shape for me, and the fresh paint which I had painted recently.
I couldn’t taste much saliva in my mouth due to being a bit nervous at first. I could taste the air in my mouth when I was breathing which I have to control the length of the note for which I sing. When I looked up into the bright light, I could taste the ‘stars’.