The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Lacking his dialog cue, he marched in a circle
As he muttered incomprehensibly to himself
So it was surprising when he stopped and told everyone to shush
The silence stretched on forever.
So long that when he said his line the audience and cast gave him an ovation.
Bashing the drums into a cacophony of percussion
Evoking primal emotions from the audience
Augmenting the movements of the partygoers
Till all their bodies pulsed together as one to the…
Finding upside down smiles scattered among the audience
Richard tried to make a quick joke to lighten the mood
Only it didn’t work, and more people joined the unhappy camp
When he decided one more time, they started to angrily yell at him
Nobody warned him that practicing his startup at a funeral was going to be such a bad idea
All she ever let them see was her screen face
Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful
The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide
Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be
Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down
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The magician pulled up her sleeves and pulled out her bestest smile
Reaching out she produced the deck of cards out of thin air
It amazed the onlookers, but that was just the appetizer
Crafting more magic she took her audience on a journey, but suddenly they disappeared
Keeping her eyes closed, she wished the dream never had to end
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Gratification was Mary’s idea of winning
Ordinarily she was focused on herself since she knew that audience
And now should be no different, and yet
Looking into the puppy’s eyes melted her heart
So her new mission in life was to help that pup live to the fullest
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Ideas attack my working mind
Nagging my attention, but I have stuff to do
Still they scream, demanding audience
Pushing conscious thoughts aside
I begin to fantasize about what if
Resulting in failing at getting any work done
Enabling something new to be born
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