The Colour Of The Wind

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J A N E T

The night was sparkling. Glimmer exploded in the sky as confetti hit the ground.

3. 2. 1. Action.

I leaned down to focus on my legs. The energy was flowing crazy in my veins every second. My heartbeat raced with my mind. "Now!" The voice was so distant, but I needed no order anyway. I crouched my legs. Then my left leg pushed backwards so that my whole body was sliding to the stage with my rollers. Putting on my best smile, I clicked the button on my belt to start the engine behind my back. When it worked, I flew up into the sky. I could feel gravity trying to pull me down, but I was more than that. I always will be. So I spinned in the air, flying like a fairy as the muffled voices of the audience hit my helmet and bounced off.

The feeling of freedom. The feeling of getting all the attention. The feeling of shining. I let it engulf me entirely. At this moment, I felt unstoppable. It wouldn't even matter if the moon got shot down. I was in deep love with the fireworks.

I winked at the audience, as my signature expression, and my secret signal to the director. Then came the familiar voice of my favorite robot, screaming: "Now let us welcome her sister to join the show!"

I stayed in the air, waving at the audience. It was all magical and perfect until my sister hit me in the guts. "Ow-" Her head landed onto my stomach and the fire went all out. I screamed, and fell onto the ground. And of course I didn't forget to hold my girl tight.

Everything fell silent immediately. Bonnie got away from my embrace, and her eyes apologized for the thousandth time. She lip synced a sorry to me. I laid on the ground, getting out of my helmet. "I'm good. I'm fine. We can continue." I held back my shaky breath and stood up again. Before I sang, I saw the mixed emotions from the audience. Anger, for my sister ruining everything. Concern, for I just got punched by a head. Shock, for seeing such scene. Encouragement, for seeing me standing up again. Music stopped. Firework stopped. Even the robot, Stu, was stunned.

"As expected. A small injury shouldn't stop the music!" I ignored the pain, and eyed Stu to continue with everything. He knew I'm stubborn like a cow. And so he listened to me. Bonnie smiled again as I held her hand in mine. We danced on the ground, kicking confetti to give a second chance for them to fly again. The rest of the performance was perfect. We bowed again and again. Perfect.

The moon ruled the night once again. The whispers of the stars could be heard if you listen closely enough. "Great job sisters. Both of you killed it!" Stu said. He had only one eye, and the only blue eye among all robots. "Thanks for saving us with music." I giggled, pulling both Bonnie and Stu into a group hug. Can life get prettier? When we pulled off, Bonnie spoke: "I'm still sorry, sister. Is it alright?" I ruffled her pinkish white hair, "Of course I am! A little hurt won't kill me."

Performing stunt show slowly is becoming a larger part in my life. Bonnie and I get training every day, and are homeschooled by Stu. Life can't seem to be better. We wake up late in the morning, goes hard and crazy for life, and sleep in pillows with both sides cold and comfy. There have been tears and nightmares, screams and doubts. No one comes out from fairy tales- even fairy tales are sad. They have a bad stepmother and both parents dead usually. Guess what? They still live happily ever after after something happened. I sometimes wanna believe that I'm in my "happily ever after" era already. I can't see how life is gonna be bad. Though I haven't actually been hit with anything too horrible, I'm loving life so much that I don't care about my future. Live in the moment, like my family always says.

"You're getting a week off. Both of you." Stu changed his tone, and pulled me back into reality.

"Awww why?" I pouted. "Don't we have 4 more performances?"

"You're injured. And Bonnie needs more training. I'm very proud of you both, but that doesn't mean you don't need rest." He laid his hands in the air, showing a sense of exhaustion.

"But-"

"Nope. Not until that little stomach of yours stop aching."

"Can we still-"

"Only for Bonnie. You can't even do a set of sit-up now, Janet." He sighed.

"Okay. Fine. I'll be jamming to music and cheering on you, sis." I said, defeated.

As I said, there are ups and downs in life. But I still love it.

That night, I collapsed on my bed. The injury hurt worse than I told Stu. Bonnie was still out, running 3 more laps around the gate before she could relax. I curled up in my bed, letting the moonlight fill up my room. I could hardly sleep. The thought of not doing anything for the next week sounds excruciating. I want to meet my friends, and hang out with my favorite audience, or just run around with Bonnie, perhaps even just watch performances. I know I need rest, but I just really wanna do something. Anything.

It was quiet. The silhouette of the trees out of the window danced with the wind. I call it the ultimate tragic romance. The wind and the tree. One stable and tall. One unstable and mysterious. Always stroking each other, but never hug. The wind is always craving for more. The tree just stays, and waits.

I don't even know how I got that scenario, but that made me sad. Somehow it calmed me down too. I turned and stared at the ceiling. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, if the wind stays. Then I simple realize it won't exist. If the wind stops its motion, it isn't wind anymore. Then I realized I got even sadder. After that I was scolding at myself for having empathy over air particles. Dumb. I'm getting dumb. I need rest. Finally, a yawn escaped from me. My mind began to wander off. The wind. The tree. The wind...the tree...the wree...