Check. Check. Mic one. Mic two. Check. Check.

The stage crew finishes it's preparations for the show. The audience had been pouring in by the thousands, and begun their deafening chants. The only thing left is for the band to begin their show. A thin black sheet is raised, revealing a single circle upon the stage. A chair is placed there alone. The audience is baffled, and becomes enrages. Most onlookers are now capable of anything after they had been lied to. When home isn't so good, and your parents refuse to accept the person you are, and don't unleash you from their binding threads, many travel, and search for another release to exert their frustrations and continual stress. The loud music, and confused teens smothering each other, along with the spiders' web of energy all add to create a stress-relieving environment. Yet, with the silent, barren stage most don't understand; the worst is over, and now you're the only person capable of making anything better.

Indeed the confusion circles, and forces you to spin at an extreme pace, but not as to prevent you from the better! Lively freely without barriers, live with what you've done, and continue for what you haven't learned.

"I love it, for I never know what I'm going to be doing in the next five minutes"...The Laura Killingbeck