He loved the stage and his fondest childhood memory had been enacting on stage in front of a packed audience. 10 years though had passed since that time and for a person who loved stage to a person who didn't want to travel on that road again, it had been a journey of mixed emotions. Destiny though had other plans. Jittery and low in confidence he now was and little did he know, fate though had other plans in store for him. He once again, saw him self in front of the stage, a stage where he had spent in growing years, where he was in the centre of the arc light, performing..performing with all his might and as if he didn't care. The stage was empty and so were the seats in front of him. The curtains were down and he was told, there was no life in the town any longer. This place was now under lock and key. He strolled for a bit and sat there. Voices running on his head and images of his practice days racing in front of him blurred. He found his hand going forward as if calling to his team members. Then he found himself, getting up on his feet. He felt the curtains rising and the lights coming on and he found himself playing the part with equal ease and perfection, like he always used. After 30 min, he felt he heard an applause. He stopped. There was no one. The curtains were down. The stage was empty and so were the seats. He fell on his knees and he broke down. He now knew, what he had to do. To bring to life, a form of art that was long forgotten.
Friday 16 October 2015
Short Story : The love for stage
The love for stage
He loved the stage and his fondest childhood memory had been enacting on stage in front of a packed audience. 10 years though had passed since that time and for a person who loved stage to a person who didn't want to travel on that road again, it had been a journey of mixed emotions. Destiny though had other plans. Jittery and low in confidence he now was and little did he know, fate though had other plans in store for him. He once again, saw him self in front of the stage, a stage where he had spent in growing years, where he was in the centre of the arc light, performing..performing with all his might and as if he didn't care. The stage was empty and so were the seats in front of him. The curtains were down and he was told, there was no life in the town any longer. This place was now under lock and key. He strolled for a bit and sat there. Voices running on his head and images of his practice days racing in front of him blurred. He found his hand going forward as if calling to his team members. Then he found himself, getting up on his feet. He felt the curtains rising and the lights coming on and he found himself playing the part with equal ease and perfection, like he always used. After 30 min, he felt he heard an applause. He stopped. There was no one. The curtains were down. The stage was empty and so were the seats. He fell on his knees and he broke down. He now knew, what he had to do. To bring to life, a form of art that was long forgotten.
He loved the stage and his fondest childhood memory had been enacting on stage in front of a packed audience. 10 years though had passed since that time and for a person who loved stage to a person who didn't want to travel on that road again, it had been a journey of mixed emotions. Destiny though had other plans. Jittery and low in confidence he now was and little did he know, fate though had other plans in store for him. He once again, saw him self in front of the stage, a stage where he had spent in growing years, where he was in the centre of the arc light, performing..performing with all his might and as if he didn't care. The stage was empty and so were the seats in front of him. The curtains were down and he was told, there was no life in the town any longer. This place was now under lock and key. He strolled for a bit and sat there. Voices running on his head and images of his practice days racing in front of him blurred. He found his hand going forward as if calling to his team members. Then he found himself, getting up on his feet. He felt the curtains rising and the lights coming on and he found himself playing the part with equal ease and perfection, like he always used. After 30 min, he felt he heard an applause. He stopped. There was no one. The curtains were down. The stage was empty and so were the seats. He fell on his knees and he broke down. He now knew, what he had to do. To bring to life, a form of art that was long forgotten.
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