I trudged onward, feeling the numbing cold of the atmosphere intensify with each hurtling step. Every breath I take now is filled with the icy air of my heart. It pains me so much as the ridgid air spreads the cold blood throughout my veins. The cold in my heart blurs my vision, rimming everything in red. Seconds later, I heard a gunshot whiz past my ear, before more started to follow, thick like winter hail. I dreadfully turned around, seeing a group of hooded creatures accelerating towards me at an unhuman like pace with the hopes of killing me right then and there. I hastened my speed, ignoring the arctic numbness that has slowly creeped its way inside my bones. I couldn’t, no, I wouldn’t let them catch me. I can’t stop now. I need to get to the end. I’m almost there. Move soldier move! You are almost there. Just a few more steps. Don’t you dare trip, don’t you dare get shot. Don’t you dare, DON’T YOU…..
Silence caressed my skin like a cool summer breeze. Where am I? Did I make it? Did they catch me? Someone tell me where I am!
Fighting against the resistance of the dried out grum and wetness, I opened my eyes. I’m dizzy, I’m blazing in heat, I’m sweating profoundly, I’m weak, I can’t see. Was that all a nightmare? Minutes later, I heard the pounding of African drums, at first …show more content…
Oh how I wanted to scream my warrior growl right then and there. All those months of torturous practice: crying after repeatedly playing the wrong note, blistered and bandaged finger tips, sleepless nights after sleepless nights, all for this one monumental moment. All for this one chance to show that I have reconditioned Handel’s 5th Sonata into my own creation. All for this one chance to connect with my fellow human beings through the universal language of music. All for this one chance to imprint my lasting legacy alongside the hundreds who have been privileged to play at Severance
Silence caressed my skin like a cool summer breeze. Where am I? Did I make it? Did they catch me? Someone tell me where I am!
Fighting against the resistance of the dried out grum and wetness, I opened my eyes. I’m dizzy, I’m blazing in heat, I’m sweating profoundly, I’m weak, I can’t see. Was that all a nightmare? Minutes later, I heard the pounding of African drums, at first …show more content…
Oh how I wanted to scream my warrior growl right then and there. All those months of torturous practice: crying after repeatedly playing the wrong note, blistered and bandaged finger tips, sleepless nights after sleepless nights, all for this one monumental moment. All for this one chance to show that I have reconditioned Handel’s 5th Sonata into my own creation. All for this one chance to connect with my fellow human beings through the universal language of music. All for this one chance to imprint my lasting legacy alongside the hundreds who have been privileged to play at Severance