Nothing happened. The awkward mingle had started. Lily’s heart started to beat faster. She didn’t like crowds and loud noises it all made her feel tense. What were they doing down there the music still hadn’t started. Lily had practiced for hours for this moment, but still the speakers beard no sound. What if they have broken and I will have just embarrassed myself this was he thought that had got caught in the riptide of her mind. Suddenly she began to feel a bit sick, then dizzy. What was happening to her? The crowd cheered. The music started. Blackness.
Chrissie fussed over my skirt, then patted my shoulder. “Your butterflies are contagious!” she joked. I forced a smile. My butterflies were more like pigeons.
Next, I opened the door to the hair and makeup department. I was dreading this. Avoiding the makeup, I got a tight knot ontop of my head. I was so nervous I wanted to hide under the chair. I was ushered through the door, and as soon as I came on stage, a million eyes watched my every move. The music started. “Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m bland – whoops argh-” And I burst into tears.
I was staring out into the audience seeing their faces blur out I couldn’t tell who was who. I saw the conductor start to wave her hands. The orchestra lift their bows into the air. I thought that this was the end. I thought I wasn’t good enough for this, I thought why did they choose me? I looked next to me to see the nervous faces of two other people. I took a deep breath in as I heard the music start. I opened my mouth but no sound came out I heard another voice sound. It wasn’t mine.
I’m blank, the words have been swiped from my memory. The music drums in my ear and as the audience mute i know what I have to do. Suddenly, I push past the doors into the frosty night. Echo’s still sprint in every direction, the sound of music ringing in my ears. I’m not singing but something is off. I feel a shiver of stage fright inside and i fall on to the icy slate streets. I catch a glimpse of blood before i black out, i cant see or fell anything but the music still bursts in my ear.
“And play.” the conductor gestured. The audience’s approval was either won or lost by my performance. A faint voice in my mind telling me to sing drowned out by the feeling in my gut telling me not to. But then, the feeling in my mind grew louder, building up inside my head. My mouth was open yet, nothing came out. The skeptical whispers of parents, children covering their mouths to hide their laughter was overwhelming. Yet that faint voice, the sole thing that he kept me from leaving that stage, lied not in my mind, but in the audience. My mother. I then sang, not for me, but for her.
I can’t wait to get back home and have the hazelnuts and cashews that I collected yesterday. Ah! There they are. I walk into the small hole under the stairs and stroke the smooth surface of a cashew. Just as I am about to take a bite out of the glorious nut, a terrifying sound knocks me to the ground. I run outside and yell at the top of my voice “I, sir mousilus VII, demand you to cease this horrible noise and let me eat in peace!” It’s no use, the horrible human pests are singing!
The lights dimmed, it was actually about to happen. This was my dream to go up there and sing my heart out. ” You look lovely Margaret”, mum cooed as I straitened out my ridiculous pink dress. This was not part of the dream I wanted to fulfil, I looked too lacy and ruffly! I peered round the corner, I was on next ready to wow the crowd with my apparently beautiful voce. I was announced on stage and then the usher pushed me on. The crowd cheered and whooped and then everything fell silent. I couldn’t do it. I ran back, it was the end…
I knew it would happen one day…. The day I went crazy. The music started, at first it was a light hum but then the pounding of the drums hurt my ears until they started to bleed. The therapist told me it wasn’t normal but I already knew that a long time ago. There it is again the pounding but this time it was real the drums filled the room. I ran….. I ran as far as I could but wherever I went The music followed.The source. My death sign. It was there the board game the nightmare Jumanji.
I was alone. ALONE. My brother had just come home, and started to play the piano. “STOP!!!” I screamed, but it was too late. I was a wolf. I had lost control. I was thirsty. Thirsty for my brother’s blood. The piece came to an end, and I grew into my normal body once more. Then Lulu came in. She started to play Taylor Swift. “NO!” I screamed, but it came out as a vicious roar. I plodded down the stairs, the need for flesh overwhelming my senses. Still playing. I pounced. I never knew she tasted so good. Yum.
Nothing happened. The awkward mingle had started. Lily’s heart started to beat faster. She didn’t like crowds and loud noises it all made her feel tense. What were they doing down there the music still hadn’t started. Lily had practiced for hours for this moment, but still the speakers beard no sound. What if they have broken and I will have just embarrassed myself this was he thought that had got caught in the riptide of her mind. Suddenly she began to feel a bit sick, then dizzy. What was happening to her? The crowd cheered. The music started. Blackness.
Chrissie fussed over my skirt, then patted my shoulder. “Your butterflies are contagious!” she joked. I forced a smile. My butterflies were more like pigeons.
Next, I opened the door to the hair and makeup department. I was dreading this. Avoiding the makeup, I got a tight knot ontop of my head. I was so nervous I wanted to hide under the chair. I was ushered through the door, and as soon as I came on stage, a million eyes watched my every move. The music started. “Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m bland – whoops argh-” And I burst into tears.
I was staring out into the audience seeing their faces blur out I couldn’t tell who was who. I saw the conductor start to wave her hands. The orchestra lift their bows into the air. I thought that this was the end. I thought I wasn’t good enough for this, I thought why did they choose me? I looked next to me to see the nervous faces of two other people. I took a deep breath in as I heard the music start. I opened my mouth but no sound came out I heard another voice sound. It wasn’t mine.
I’m blank, the words have been swiped from my memory. The music drums in my ear and as the audience mute i know what I have to do. Suddenly, I push past the doors into the frosty night. Echo’s still sprint in every direction, the sound of music ringing in my ears. I’m not singing but something is off. I feel a shiver of stage fright inside and i fall on to the icy slate streets. I catch a glimpse of blood before i black out, i cant see or fell anything but the music still bursts in my ear.
“And play.” the conductor gestured. The audience’s approval was either won or lost by my performance. A faint voice in my mind telling me to sing drowned out by the feeling in my gut telling me not to. But then, the feeling in my mind grew louder, building up inside my head. My mouth was open yet, nothing came out. The skeptical whispers of parents, children covering their mouths to hide their laughter was overwhelming. Yet that faint voice, the sole thing that he kept me from leaving that stage, lied not in my mind, but in the audience. My mother. I then sang, not for me, but for her.
I can’t wait to get back home and have the hazelnuts and cashews that I collected yesterday. Ah! There they are. I walk into the small hole under the stairs and stroke the smooth surface of a cashew. Just as I am about to take a bite out of the glorious nut, a terrifying sound knocks me to the ground. I run outside and yell at the top of my voice “I, sir mousilus VII, demand you to cease this horrible noise and let me eat in peace!” It’s no use, the horrible human pests are singing!
The lights dimmed, it was actually about to happen. This was my dream to go up there and sing my heart out. ” You look lovely Margaret”, mum cooed as I straitened out my ridiculous pink dress. This was not part of the dream I wanted to fulfil, I looked too lacy and ruffly! I peered round the corner, I was on next ready to wow the crowd with my apparently beautiful voce. I was announced on stage and then the usher pushed me on. The crowd cheered and whooped and then everything fell silent. I couldn’t do it. I ran back, it was the end…
I knew it would happen one day…. The day I went crazy. The music started, at first it was a light hum but then the pounding of the drums hurt my ears until they started to bleed. The therapist told me it wasn’t normal but I already knew that a long time ago. There it is again the pounding but this time it was real the drums filled the room. I ran….. I ran as far as I could but wherever I went The music followed.The source. My death sign. It was there the board game the nightmare Jumanji.
I was alone. ALONE. My brother had just come home, and started to play the piano. “STOP!!!” I screamed, but it was too late. I was a wolf. I had lost control. I was thirsty. Thirsty for my brother’s blood. The piece came to an end, and I grew into my normal body once more. Then Lulu came in. She started to play Taylor Swift. “NO!” I screamed, but it came out as a vicious roar. I plodded down the stairs, the need for flesh overwhelming my senses. Still playing. I pounced. I never knew she tasted so good. Yum.