Casually walking down the sidewalk, you here this faint sound of music. You fallow the music, like you would the smell of freshly baked bread, wondering from one place to another waiting to see if the sound gets louder. You see the place that the music could be coming from; the outside looks just like you’d imagined, brilliant white with rails leading strait to doors. You walk to the doors proud of your ability to find this sweet Mecca of music.
You walk in and the doors slam shut behind you, doors looked. You walk across the lobby and a woman who looks like Mosses’ ex wife stares up at you from the ticket booth saying one arm, one leg please; in a voice that was just short of 400 year old smoker. At first you refuse, outraged, how could this woman demand so much of you for something your not even sure you want. But after trying to unlock the doors several times you take the saw from her desk and gladly give her what she wants.
She points you in the direction of the music. You start to crawl and pass a sigh that says Main stage, now you know that you’re in the right place. As you walk in you stair at the countless people surrounding the stage. You gasp in amazement on how they were all able to get where they were with the loss of so many limbs. You see that the people around you are like you, crawling and not able to get to the stage. You see two people use each other to help stand up. You find someone, point to the example, and start to mimic their action.
You two hop toward the front can now focus on how the music sounds; the pure elegance of the artists creation makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time. You want to see the composers of this joyous invention; but the crowd in front of you is blocking the way. You and your partner begin to force your way through the crowd. At first its simply asking some people to move, but then you have to shove people out of the way, then you have to ram anyone in front of you. Soon your hit with a bombardment of elbows, firsts, knees, all making you want to head back but you push forward and finally reach the front.
You reach the rails lining the stage; glance up at the band that is only a few feet away, and you notice that they are missing limbs as well. Your confusion sits in on how someone like that could create something so masterful as the music crashing in your ears. Then you realize they were just like you, forced into something then had the drive to work their way to the top.
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