Just rows and rows of empty chairs. The only sound that she could hear in the eerie silence was the thumping of her own heart. Was it supposed to beat that fast? Hurt that much? And why did it feel like the entire place was low on oxygen. Like she was at the top of a mountain looking down at an abyss. All those hours spent memorizing lines, dress rehearsal, it was all for nothing. No one had come and she was a total failure. There would be no audience, no reviews, the theatre would shut her down and her career was ruined. They had warned her. A solo act on opening night was risky. She had taken a chance. She had steeled herself for poor reviews. But an empty auditorium was every performer’s worst nightmare and there was no way to prepare for that. She was a total and complete failure.
A shuffling sound in a far corner drew her attention. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She started making out forms. Slight movement. Low sounds. And then she realized… all the rows beyond the VIP rows were occupied.
Her spirit soared. Her confidence roared. She broke out into a huge smile. And the audience broke out in applause. The show was on.
The councilman leaned back in resignation as the questions hit him like a tornado.
“Are you going to launch an investigation into this matter?”
“Don’t the people have the right to protest?”
“How much is the city going to have to spend to clean this mess?”
“Do you support the budget cuts?”
“Is this a failure of the law? Isn’t this plain truancy?”
Normally a happy and gregarious chap, he hated it when he was forced to comment on delicate matters. This was, in all likelihood, an impetuous protest against yet another reduction in the budget for arts in schools. But a failure to support the people and a failure to control lawlessness were both going to reflect poorly on him.
The councilman beamed one of his usual smiles, and took the podium.
“What you see is not mere graffiti. It is a novel experiment in self-expression and self-transformation launched by the city to help channel our youth towards wholistic expression and to curb the escalating drug problem. We are taking art out of confined rooms and into open streets.”
It was an election year and the councilman knew how to spin any story to his benefit.
Let me be blunt. I am stealing the sun because I can.
Do not rack your miniscule minds for scientific or astrological explanations. You will find none. Plunging the world into darkness, unleashing pandemonium, and stupefying those terrified mortals, gives me great satisfaction.
There was a time when I was worshiped. I was revered as the precious God of Eclipse. When I approached, they sequestered themselves in prayer.
They believe that they can predict my movements. They make devices to thwart my spell. Give garrulous talks on what they term as superstitions.
But I am the Sun Thief. I wield the mighty lasso. This day shall be mine.
“What’s that? An irritating ability to divert attention to yourself?”
He shook his head so vehemently that I half expected it to snap and fly off.
Sometimes it is hard to know the difference between genuine cluelessness and faked innocence. No such doubt here. This schmo definitely fell under the former category. Winning the Wordle challenge would not just get us extra credits but also give us cachet with the literature club. Here we were about to get defeated and he was oblivious of that.
“We are going to lose because of you,” I hissed. “We have but a minute to rap this Wordle.”
Before I could shout any further, he stepped on to the stage and began…
Thetocsin is sounding and I step forward like a rocket
Don’t pinch your nose girl, I got the contest in my pocket
I see the people on the fence and their looks so prejudicial
This brother’s gonna lick his wounds when the judges blow their whistle
No lookin crestfallen girl, like your future’s gonna wobble
I may be standing on a pile of shit but I ain’t gonna topple
This brother’s come out of the edges and he’s here to win this battle
Rap is in my blood and I am the king of the Wordle.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #252 (Pinch, Nose, Topple, Tocsin- a signal, especially of alarm, sounded on a bell or bells., Contest, Forward, Crestfallen, Fence, Edge, Pile, Whistle, Lick), and Photo Challenge #376; also Fandango’s Story Starter #5 (Sometimes it is hard to know the difference between…); using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (oblivious), Word of the Day Challenge (schmo), Ragtag Daily Prompt (diverticulitis), The Daily Spur (defeated), Your Daily Word Prompt (cachet)
“I don’t feel anything for you anymore. Neither love, nor hate, nor anger. I feel nothing.
There is no one thing that we can fix. It’s all the little things.
All the times when you took all those decisions without even discussing them with me… when you dismissed my concerns with a you wont understand… when your want was a need and my need was a want… when your work was sacrifice and my work was duty… when you walked through a room without so much as registering my presence… when you didn’t even notice the light dying in my eyes… You made me feel unwanted… invisible…
I don’t want to disappear in your shadow. I’d rather live alone in my own light.
So what I’m saying is that I am leaving you because I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”