Behind the Facade

An overwhelming, tight, loud and strong comfortable feeling. It hits the roof, completeing the dome of sound resonating through the minds of every soul to free them from their weary days. Emotions rise to the surface as the band plays, and the 30 voices sound like hundreds of angels watching from the heavens above. Dancing begins, and pure joy comes in parcels of freedom and laughter. The fire has been lit.

A fire lights in her eyes as the lone pianist secretly writes a song. All that is before her lies a piano and its awaiting keys. This would be a good day. Her left hand strikes the powerful bass as the sweet melody soares above on the right. She escapes into her magical worlds and ponders no more. All her confusion begins to make sense, all her anger is washed away, and all her pain seizes to an understanding. The fingers leap off the keys and the worlds looks beautiful again.

Always the thought of wanting to do more, yet, too anxious is the body to carry it out. Failure seems to be the end result in many things but one. But when that one thing is on the bridge, deciding its direction, the mind is lost and is losing hope. Fire sparks the hope, and music always finds a way back. It acts as a tourniquet between uncontrollable fears, and pure, heartfelt life.

The curtain opens and the mask seems to sit right. Nobody can see past my disguise. Much seems to be known, though many paths we take aren't always as they seem. The mask begins to wear, but the shield still holds out of fear. Fear to be known, and fear to be sought. Though part of what may be a humble being has an illusion to be faced first. Slowly the shield comes down, and as the sun rises to make it day, so does the plans of the future.

The curtain burns to the ground as a fire lights the stage. What is to become of it? Everything it showed had been a recreation of a minds brilliance. It is an act upon which you hide you true identity. You act as you set your mind to act. Then once the make-up is off, and the night is done, she is vulnerable again and her eyes ignite.


I had to write a 5 paragraph composition for my first day of english class, about some of the highlights of my life. This is what I came up with.