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She got out of bed for the first time in days.
As she drew back the curtains and cringed as she turned away from the light. The sun hurt her eyes.
She couldn't believe it. Three days had passed and the sun was still shining. She had hoped it would stop. It wasn't fair. That the sun could go on shining and the other people could go on enjoying it. She couldn't. Not now. Her life was over. Why couldn't other people feel it.
Her dreams were crushed. Smashed to pieces in a fit of rage like the mirror on her vanity and the window in her bedroom.
Her heart lay on the floor where she dropped it. She hadn't picked it up. She couldn't even look at it. She was too afraid that it would crumble to ash under the pressure of her gaze.
She had just wanted to sing. That was all. She wanted to walk onto a stage and hear the applause. She wanted to pretend she was someone else. If only for a short time.
As she stood on the edge of the stage, hiding behind the curtains, all she could hear were the sounds of the audiance finding thier seats. She knew that in just a short time, they would be in awe, mezmerized by her voice. She had waited for this moment her whole life.
How was she supposed to know that the audiance had other plans.
When the song had finally ended and she lowered the microphone to her chest, an uncomfortable silence fell in the theatre. She knew what was going to happen before it did. When he lights began to fade and the curtains began to close, the jeers fill the room, followed closely by the tears.
Three days had passed and the sun was still shining. It's light fell to shine on others. It would never shine on her. She would never sing again. |
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