I want to be 100% honest here, but my family reads my blog-and I'd hate to ever speak ill will of anyone. But I am really annoyed right now. So screw it, I guess I'll type and post away, and worst case, delete it later on.
All I want to know is one thing:
Something that means so much to someone even though it's not yourfavorite interests should be embraced, right?
Well, you'd think it'd be the case....
A speaking part to introduce the song.
A brief history of the song.
She's not used to getting up in front of people.
There are times she feels alone even amongst her own family.
A speaking part to introduce a song.
Played by numerous alumni from her hometown.
Something that she wants to do.
Something that she claims she's not good at.
Speaking in front of people.
Auditorium somewhat full.
Family members sending her willful silent messages of confidence.
She approaches the podium.
Her voice begins with a brief note of unease.
Then, she blossoms.
She becomes confident.
She did it!
She did a lovely job.
Not her normal walk of life.
She lives in a shadow of her beloved.
She walks his walk.
She listens to his talk.
She waits and waits and waits.
She always waits for him.
Her day to shine.
Her day to have the spotlight.
She needs it.
She needs it so much.
She approaches her audience.
She approaches her audience, her family,
She holds such a smile that it could suspend hearts.
So proud of herself.
She deserves it.
Hugs are welcoming her.
Kind words are extended from her young brood and her Fathers twin brother.
More music lead by a floating conductor.
A conductor that moved the music along with his wand.
Controlling the sounds.
Controlling the dance that music makes when instruments are put together.
She approaches the microphone.
This time without notes.
Her eyes shining.
She was so proud of herself.
Her voice was confident and full of passion.
She thought of her own parents as the words flowed from her lips
Flowed without a second thought.
The lump appears.
The lump that appears before tears was heard in her voice.
The lump that helps you swallow back the tears from your honest eyes
Down in her throat.
I heard it.
It was in her voice.
For the song that was to be played next was her old HS "fight song."
A song that means alot to her and her entire family.
Due to History.
Due to Memories.
Concert is over.
Floating Conductor approaches her.
Her and her proud and gleaming soul.
Gingerly hugs her a "thank-you-for-everything-goodbye."
Two eyes from the audience are cast down on her.
The one that she waits for.
The one that she shadows.
Was not proud.
Did not offer words of good will.
Stealing her thunder.
Knocking down her moment to shine.
Taking her trophy of confidence and shattering it with his now frigid eyes.
Not Fair to her.
Not Fair to everyone around her.
Those that encircle her.
We too see the agitation in her everythings eyes?
All because of a hug?
A bid of good well wishings from an outsider.
My heart is crying now.
I can't tell him my thoughts.
That would be dishonorable.
That would be disrespectful.
But doesn't he see?
Where's his type of honor?
Where's his type of respect?
All because of a hug?
The day is now ruined.
My soul aches as the tears are suspended in my eyes.
Unable to fall for the one that did so well.
I Cannot show.
Show that it's obvious.
The behavior of him.
He doesn't know we see.
Or does he?
The hidden icicles freezing over his generous eyes.
Yet tomorrow after her tears have now dried
Dried tiny little hurts on her pillow,
She'll begin the shadowing just as usual
as the sun will rise.
As she waits and waits and waits....................
I know he is good.
I know he is generous.
I know he is kind.
But he hurts her by his silence.
And my silence hurts me.
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