Rebellious Nightingale

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AIDLE

"Aidlee"

"Aidle"

"Aidle"

I knew I had to go outside, I knew there were thousands of people out, they were for me. They were waiting for hours, only for me.

Groups of friends, families, shouting my name, calling me to come on the stage. So that they could enjoy, what I enjoy doing.

So that they could feel, what I feel. So that they could find the meaning of every word which I wrote in those papers and sing in front of them.

Yes, Singing.

My Passion.

My Redemption.

The only way that I could make them feel, make them understand my pain, My feelings.

Many people said that I would get used to the crowd when I go on that stage but no, every time there was the same level of nervousness as it was at my first concert. There was always a new feeling, a new fight to overcome, a new fear. Fear of not doing the things right on the stage. Fear of not singing the music note correctly, fear of not playing the guitar correctly, and whatnot.

Though the love of people had made me kept going. More specifically fans. They're the only once who made us who we actually are. They're the people who we should be thankful for each day, everyday. Because of them only we are here.

And then there are Anti-Fans who who made things bigger than they actually were. One mistake they would make fun of you. One mistake and those cheering and clapping will turn into hootings and they would start throughing rotten tomatoes on the stage. One mistake and they would make you regret it whole your life. One mistake and they would make your life fucking miserable.

I cherish both type of people. I love them. It was because of them only that I was here, and I knew they didn't like keep waiting. That's the reason, why I will go outside but there was always somebody who stopped you to give your best. Always somebody that made you feel unworthy for so many people's love and support. There was always somebody who will always tell you that you were not enough.

But thank god, I was not that kinda girl who would get dishearten about these things and felt bad about it.

Far from it.

I had already understood this game of people who not only gave the fake support, fake encouragement but also showed their true colours and I knew exactly what they actually were. Bloody Snakes.

Since, somebody had to make them understand that 'Dude, you can't live like this in this amazing world. Let me teach you a lesson for your own good and you won't even forget it. Even if you wish to try it.'

I had personally taken these things into account and I started making changes. Slowly and gradually we'll achieve this. Pun intended.

Until that time, I was going to make sure that somebody, they regret their opinion because nobody had asked them about one. So they could shove it up to their fucking ass and keep their So called opinions to themselves.

They would be able to realise that minding their own business was the right thing to do but who knew what they do next because they were soo coward that they would not be able to say it on the face so, they would be doing some wrong deeds after this and then again I would had to make them understand that they doing the wrong thing in my unique way and again they would do something wrong again and the process continues.