The loud percussion noises grasps hold of your whole entire being, accompanied by other noises of brass instruments practicing their favorite parts; silence yet was able to be found deep within your soul. Quiet yet Screaming for attention.
"I can't wait to get back home." repeats on and on in your mind. "Sometimes I really don't feel like talking to you," keeps swelling up in your mind, banging hard! Breaking every fantasy that he was the kindest,sweetest being that ever existed.
Unknowingly, he does that to you. You don't even know why. You just... don't. Coldness chills you through the bone. He doesn't seem to realize that he hurt you. Maybe it's best if he didn't.
Guys usually never take this kind of emotion things too seriously. Their minds were created that way. Each and every other thought is kept away safely in seperate boxes of their minds. Yea. It's complicated.
Turning to look back at him seemed undesirable yet so appealing. His soft features angled to perfection. He's beautiful dark eyes shaped his inner character; Strong yet subtle.
Sighs overwhelmed me. *tap tap tap* "Okay! Let's start. You guys ready?" The conductor squealed in delight. "Yes," as the room then went silent again. Forced to look back at the music sheets laid out in front of me, I pulled myself together.
"And a one! And a two! And a one! Two! Three!" Notes began to be heard as each individual in the room lost themselves in the midst of music. So calm, relaxing and full of ease.
Each note represented an emotion from the composer himself. Happiness was to be heard from the bright and joyful melody in the first few bars. Slowly, changes to the rhythm was to be heard. As the flutes played a calm and still note while the clarinets played the sad, depressed melody. The sudden change left us all breathless and in mesmerization. Never before was it done.
And yet when I look at him from a distance....
Never before did I see him look back at me.
