What have I gotten myself into?
I tried to focus on the music that was reverberating through the hall. The rich waterfall of notes bounced off the walls and hit the audience with its dazzling emotion. I closed my eyes and tried to embrace the music. I tried to listen. But the only thing I could hear was the loud thrum of my heart against my ribcage.
I had hoped that sitting through other performances would help to lull my nerves into a settled state - that the music would calm me. But listening to everyone else was only making me more anxious. Everyone was just so good.
It was as though their hands channeled some sort of unearthly energy.
The Most Selfless Notion by CreativeLittle1, literature
Literature
The Most Selfless Notion
My mind was quiet as I looked upon the people. I did not see their clothes and assume their wealth. I did not hear their conversation and assume their intelligence. I did not notice their shape and assume their diet. Nor did I glimpse their face and assume the nature of their heart.
I did not assume to know them. I did not care to know them.
My hands shook as I lifted the mug to my lips and I closed my eyes as the sweet, hot liquid ran down my throat. When I opened my eyes, they immediately fell to an envelope in front of me, resting on the table. The envelope was pure ivory, blemished only by two handwritten words. "My love," it read. Th
Severus Snape had never been the type of person in which you could observe happiness; he preferred to keep it to himself, whenever that rare feeling should appear. Even when he was a boy, he held his happiness privately, reveling in the feeling until it was extinguished by one thing or another, as it always was. But on January the 9th, he awoke unusually happy (and not because it was his birthday, in fact, that trifling fact he was happy to ignore) and he felt that nothing could extinguish this feeling. Not today, anyway.
Severus rummaged through his limited selection of clothing, and attempted to assemble together an outfit that didn't look
What have I gotten myself into?
I tried to focus on the music that was reverberating through the hall. The rich waterfall of notes bounced off the walls and hit the audience with its dazzling emotion. I closed my eyes and tried to embrace the music. I tried to listen. But the only thing I could hear was the loud thrum of my heart against my ribcage.
I had hoped that sitting through other performances would help to lull my nerves into a settled state - that the music would calm me. But listening to everyone else was only making me more anxious. Everyone was just so good.
It was as though their hands channeled some sort of unearthly energy.
Current Residence: Sydney Favourite genre of music: Classical or Alternative Favourite photographer: Alexandra Sophie Favourite style of art: Photography and paintings MP3 player of choice: Ipod 4th Gen
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The Little Princess
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A Fine Frenzy
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J.K Rowling, Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare, Jane Austen