Ebullience

Tempo

The auditions were about to start when I saw her sitting outside the room where all the participants were expected to wait for their call. I was drowning in sweat, getting chills down my spine listening to the song I was about to perform on the stage in front of thousands of people. To add to my worries were those people I absolutely did not want to compete with. May be it was their brilliance or my timidness that I found myself shaking. I couldn't concentrate on the song seeing their strong confident faces again and again.

There were people who could discuss their heart's content with their friends but I was alone in that room. It's not like I don't have friends, just that they are no singers to come to an audition.

Even I am not one of these who stand here imagining themselves singing in front of the jury, practicing the lyrics and humming the music as if there is nobody else but they.

Suddenly my eyes fell upon her once again. In light blue denim jacket which resembled the confidence on her face and black ripped jeans like a night's sky with grey clouds being seen through her carefree eyes, eyes brown like a fresh tree's torso which is going to live for hundred of years and won't fade but grow darker, a pair of white sneakers like the blank pages that needs to have words and those words would be the path she chooses; complimentary to her look is her black hair tied in a messy bun high on the head making her thoughts ineffable to herself, she looked perfectly exquisite. Although other girls were wearing similar clothes only a little bit more revealing, she looked better than all of them.

I wanted to approach her for she seemed perfectly fine listening to I-don't-know-what with earphones plugged in her ears. When I felt I was glaring at her and she might find out or others might, I took my eyes off her.
Her irresistible looks still flashed inside my head and now I understood that's what they call having a huge crush on someone.

I had many crushes before and I had girlfriends too for whom I did cry when they left me saying I loved nothing but music, this was a sensation. To be honest I felt so damn attracted to her dusky skin shining in sun's light while she was slightly moving as if dancing sitting on the bench in the courtyard. The shadow of leaves covering her eyes and nose but exposing her red painted lips to the ray of light passing through the dense tree of green and yellow leaves. Her hands slender and graceful creating a series of different shapes, her fingers long and thin looking extremely sensual. My eagerness increased I didn't satisfy with just that much, I needed more of her. She was like the drug to me that I needed badly to survive this day.

For that moment I stopped thinking about anything but her. The audition, the people around me, the friends that forced me to come here, the career I longed for, the only thing I loved, I forgot all those things. She was mesmerizing me, her feet hitting the ground tenderly giving her the disguise of professional dancer's dance that awestruck others. She was sturmfrei, she could do anything she wants she needs nobody, she was her own self, she looked what she was. An intoxicating personality, such ecstasy and positivity, oh how could I not notice her of all people!

Still in my thoughts I was having a conversation with her telling her how stunning she looks and how glad I was to see her when the bell rang and it was now the time to line up and wait for our chance.

I started feeling nervous yet there was something that made me happy, that has made me happy to the point that I didn't care if I get selected in the auditions or not. I was so grateful to the God, to my good-for-nothing friends, to my passion about music, to my somehow-built courage to participate and to her for being here that I literally didn't care if I get insulted for spacing out or not being serious. Yup! That was the feeling a mad lover might have and that girl was the stimulus for my response. I checked for her position. Surprisingly I couldn't see her; I thought she might be far behind me so I waited patiently. Well patient to see her but can't say the same for the audition.

The first participant was called, he was a hunk, the body builder and when he reached the stage the girls were all going crazy. Inspite of his looks when he started singing it was melodious, so much so that it silenced all the hootings. All the eyes closed and every body started to move slowly in their own positions. His song was the best of the starts a singing competition could ever have. The judges were smiling throughout the performance and nothing but his charm prevailed in the entire area, the air felt more lovely, the breeze seemed to tickle and the birds' chirp created the finest mood of peacefulness.

Hearing him made me relax until I realised I was no audience but the competitor, and he was no idol but a participant who I needed to face here only. As the fear surrounded me I felt dizzy, it must be because I couldn't sleep all night in excitement and anxiety but whatever I needed some air.

I asked the person in front of me who was a married lady in her later thirties to please tell the staff, if they ask, that I am sitting on the bench outside the waiting room (better to say tent). She smiled in a familiar way. I could tell she was a beauty and must have been very very popular among guys in her teenage and early twenties. Her skin was pale but her eyes were full of shine, her lips had been discoloured but the warmth in the smile could melt any concrete. I was genuinely relieved after seeing her. I wished for her success even though she was a competition.

I went out to get some fresh air.

I sat on the bench thinking about both the adorable women I met today. One who was carefree and happy in her own way and one who looked mature and devoted to helping all in need without thinking about herself.

I watched the sky from the same place she was sitting a while ago wondering what she might be thinking or was she even aware of the tree flirting with her in its own way, highlighting all her qualities with shadowing some of her flawsome gracefulness. And that the greenery complimented her so much so that a person nearly fell in love with her. The answer I knew - she didn't care. She had her eyes closed, her body free of all boundaries and her mind occupied by her likes. She didn't has time to think about others' likes and dislikes, she was so full in herself that she unknowingly started a tempo of entirety different music, a music which was now being composed by her.