NeonSheep

__Art Response﻿ __

I was listening. I heard the singing birds outside my window. I heard the paper around me rustle as wind rushed through my room. If I listened closely, I could hear the faint beating of my damaged heart. Slowly, my fingers strummed the strings of my mandelin. I was alone, but as music slowly filled the room, I no longer felt lost. My hands moved faster and the song around me shifted. The beat was fast and as it grew stronger, I did too. Faster and faster, stronger and stronger. My body shook with the passion of the melody. A final chord faded out, and the song drew to a close. From a room below me I heard the shouts and cries of a broken family, but the small smile stayed firmly on my face.

__Pic Lits __

Do you see me? I know you see me. You pass by me as you effortlessly stroll through the park. You may stop and stare for a while, but soon you move on. I am nothing new. Until now. I am careful and skillful as I begin my task. I study the speckled plank of wood in front of me. It must be perfectly balanced on the red car and cylindrical bottle. Are you watching? I'm ready. My trick is about to begin. Slowly, I reach my slimy hand foward and place it on the wood. My flexible body unfolds as I reach. I may be bulbous, but I am also agile. Jump! My back legs push off the ground and I fly forward. I land, standing perfectly balanced in the center of the wood. Ta-da! You know you're impressed.

__Express the Music __

Today is the day. Today is the day I have spent 18 years waiting for. All morning people have been flooding into the colossal arena. Strong, worthy men from miles around have gathered on the dusty battlefield. Today is the day that my father will pick my husband. I am beyond nervous. My heart is pounding a mile a minute and my stomach has jumped into my throat. The five o’clock bell rings, and I slowly begin my walk. The audience hushes as I make my first appearance. I waved once and then gracefully take my seat beside my father. In the background, the blinding sun has begun its descent from the sky, but I hardly notice. My eyes are locked on Edwin. He is standing, tall and proud, in the middle of the arena. I love Edwin. I want nothing more than to be with him, and I pray he is my father’s choice. Forever passes and my wise father continued to turn men away. I feel sorry for them. They traveled all this way just be sent home. I try not to think of it too much. This is just the way life works. Finally, Edwin is up. I hold my breath, anxious and terrified. I don’t have to wait long. Edwin doesn’t even get to say two words before my father waves his massive hand, signaling the next man. I stand. I am shocked, appalled! How can my father disregard him quickly? He is the man I love and my father barely gave him two seconds! I am filled with rage and I rush from the arena without thinking. Tears fill my eyes and I run right into someone. I mutter an apology and try to continue, but the person stops me. I look up and see Edwin. The look in his eyes gives me hope. Somehow we will be together. I know it.

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