My Life's a Fermata

Andante

The voice grew louder and louder, muffling the band's music. Louder and louder, covering all my thoughts. Louder and louder, ringing through every cell in my body, until every inch of me is shouting. Yes yes yes yes yes.... The whisper was now more than a whisper. It was my thoughts, my consciousness, it stole my physical being like it was a shell. Everything in me is the voice, everything in me shares the same thought.

Yes yes yes yes yes.....

The shouting died down after I don't know how long, leaving a small hiss and an incredible amount of ringing. I was crouching on the ground when I reconnected with the real world, with eyes squeezed shut and arms tightly wrapped around my body. Nobody was in sight anymore. The performance ended without me realizing. There was a shadow over my head, the ghost of a silhouette that probably thinks I'm weird. Like everybody else in the world.

It didn't move though, the shadow didn't move even the slightest bit. Maybe this person will be a little better than the others? I wanted the person to leave me alone, to leave me in the world I'm accustomed to. But there's a small voice, the whisper, that hopes for something more.

Don't leave me here.