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The flashes burnt my eyes, I began to tear up as a crazed nosie filled my ears. My heart pounded as I struggled to gracefully keep my studded heels and polished nails in step. I began to raise my hand to give the big men with their heads stuck in a lense, a quick pose. I was unstoppable, my elegant legs stretched out to give a quick look. My energetic poses pumped up the starstruck paparazzi. Everywhere I flipped, someone screamed something about my poise, or my flashy smiles. My outwardly expressions blew away the flamboyantly spectators. I made a blinding hair flip and loudly someone screamed. I am amazing. Soundtrack of My Life Life has a way of throwing snowballs of experiences at you. They always seem to be life-altering experiences. The person I’ve become today is because of the experiences I’ve been through. I can definitely say the people I’ve met, and the things I’ve been through have put me where I am today. The story of my life has brought me to a place that seems right for me. It almost feels like I’m right where I belong. The lights hit me like a lightning bolt. I could only feel my heart, pounding to the beat of the drums. Tears streamed down my face, yet I felt nothing. My breaths were deep, a sort of sobbing. I was REALLY crying. My emotions were mixing; I could barely comprehend what was happening. I was being emotionally changed. Broken down, willowed out, and physically shaken, I raised my arms and grinned. Wild Week has a weird way of changing you in ways I can never understand. I find myself living inside the song “Wonderin” media type="youtube" key="xZ4oL0i_hTI?fs=1" height="385" width="480"by TobyMac because of my changing attitude. The song states how we change and where to go from there, which is exactly where I am.

The day I went into procedure was not an easy day. Everywhere I went, I heard loud beeping noises around me, my heart thudded just about as loud. I should not be scared, I have been here before. Men in long, white suits frantically rushed around me. They yelled about things I did not understand. I felt like a lost child in a large room of adults. The sudden need for my mother has never been worse. My eyes stung with tears, I only wish nothing more than to turn back now. A bright red sign taunted me as I slowly reeled in. The quiet, sweet nurse bent over and said, “You’re going to be perfectly fine.” I closed my eyes to enter my doom. My eyes closed, my mouth shut, I began humming “Emergency”media type="youtube" key="31QJIFJPShU?fs=1" height="385" width="480" by Paramore. It seemed perfectly imperfect for me at the time. The words melting in my mouth, as I let the worries leave me.

“Breathe, Ashleigh, breathe.” To most, my muttering would worry those who heard. I honestly could not help the constant nervousness and anxiety swelling in my gut. This was so nerve-racking. The door bell rang as I hesitated to answer it. I was as nervous as a child riding a bike for the first time. I could scarcely make out the woman’s appearance through my front door. The door flung open and an oddly dressed woman appeared, she motioned me to the piano whereas we both sat. I gave her a look and she simply answered with the word, “Play.” My fingers touched the piano slowly and something came over me. Swiftly my hands slid down the keyboard, my fingers were on fire. A few seconds on the piano felt like a million years. My head was reeling, it was such a rush. I was smiling and when my heads ceased, it was the most surreal feeling the in the world. The only thing to describe this experience is “Something Beautiful” media type="youtube" key="en45u0POegQ?fs=1" height="385" width="480"by NeedtoBreathe. It makes me feel so free and open.

Children of the Clinton County Corn by Spidergirl Studios

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