Days and Night_Leaving an old life behind..._A Little Night Music_Rewriting the Story
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Days and Night
The sun was coming up. Lisa and Paul hawww.onedoor.ccd officially been up all night. Long nights were nothing new to theatre students especially when the shows were being put on. There is always some type of celebration for opening night: Dinner somewhere. Maybe a get-together at someone’s place. Something to celebrate the payoff for the weeks of rehearsing and making sure everything was done right. Everyone is on edge when going down to the wire. Everyone’s tired. Everyone’s punchy. Lisa was certainly both of those. Between her classes, her job, and this show, she had enough to handle. This was only the f...
Leaving an old life behind...
I remember a time when people used to come to this house just to see me, to take a look, even without a real invitation, and that’s when I’d change a moment of their lives – not dramatically, and not permanently, but changing some of their tired stands to the more welcomely accepted and appreciated sit downs, and always just enough to see a smile arise, or at least to feel one coming. I wasn’t paid for this, but I was certainly bought for it.Some of the other things told me to stop trying to force my own place into there, and to stop trying to change someone’s breathing for a moment, adding a...
A Little Night Music
The drummer.That was her title. It was almost degrading, in a sense, since she could play so much more than a drum kit.But that was who Julia was to her family when they talked about careers: the drummer.Oh, yes, her brother and sister were in the medical field or in a large, successful company, and each of them earned at least twice of what she did.But did they enjoy what they did? Were they in a group of a hundred-over people who, regardless of personal issues or grudges, came together as peers and took time and effort to contribute, to co-operate to create a unique and wonderful sound?Maybe...
Rewriting the Story
"Halt there!"The voice came, sharp and strident in the slightly warm air, when summer’s breezy, carefree steps stumbled into the soft ones of autumn. Startled, the princess jumped and glanced around uneasily; but there was no one there. Shrugging her shoulders delicately, she continued forward, lifting the hem of her heavy hyacinth dress, so that she would not trip over it."I said halt!" shouted the voice.This time, the princess let out a small squeak, and she nearly fell forward.A huge shadow stepped out from behind the cover of towering oaks with old trunks and gnarled branches adorned with ...