500 people-
One anxiety-prone girl,
In a stadium full of people
Cheering them on.
The band.
It's huge
And glorious.
So much sound,
So structured and disciplined.
I love it
But I'm so scared.
There's something about the people
That just keeps me going,
That stops me from running.
There's this feeling
Of something more-
Something so pure
And beautiful about it
That I just love.
It's intoxicating.
To be apart of a band-
Big or small-
Makes me feel important,
Like I actually mean something,
That I at least matter somewhere
Because there isn't really power in band,
But respect and dedication
Where everyone is an equal.
Everyone has the same opportunities
And goals.
It's a family
Forged by unforgettable memories,
Bonds that won't break
For years to come,
But best of all
It's a home that I get to call mine.
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A Journey
AléatoireOne day in the unforeseen future, I'll get past this But not in the way you think. I'll learn from my mistakes and become a better person thanks to them. I'll live in a future made possible By those mistakes You can't reach your full potential...
