I just finished typing out the Dance article and boy, am I drained!

Out of 3 people I messaged and called from Dance last week, only ONE finally replied and she was the President.

Thank goodness someone had the decency to at least entertain the fact that I write for the college magazine and that my deadline is due soon (!!), and I really thank her that I finally got a reply at least.

Sometimes, it is just that difficult to get people for interviews.

Probably because they are afraid of what they have to account for if they aren’t the higher authority.

Another reason could be because they just couldn’t give a bother, after all, what would it matter if they did not reply, it’s my article that I have to do, not theirs.

Anyway, after the interview part is done, the rest of my assignment is usually very secure because I just have to sit in front of a computer for say, 45 minutes and stare at the blank screen with a mind block thinking of how to phrase a formal document properly.


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Today was Council Installation Day, and we had our assembly in the hall.

Isn’t it funny, how sometimes, when you’re out of something, you feel you can see the world so much more clearer?

Different perspectives, I guess.

Anyway, today, the school band was called to play the national anthem and school song as usual.

And today was the day, I actually saw the school band from the outside world perspective for the first time.

Suddenly, I felt a small, sharp feeling of nostalgia.

It pricked.

I never thought I would feel this way, until, perhaps a long time.

I actually wanted to raise my hand and wave at them, those whom I know, sitting in the gallery just looking very sullenly and bored down at the mass crowd below, wondering how much time they would have to wait before their turn to play.

Like them, I was once, one of the performers in the gallery, looking at the mass crowd below and tapping my feet impatiently, aimlessly chatting with fellow section mates, waiting for our turn to play while drifting in and out of sleep in between.

I was part of them.

Now, I am only but one insignificant soul of the ‘mass crowd’.

I am now part of the others.

Although, I still am feeling really glad that I did not stay on and spend more of my time there doing something which I do not enjoy. This, by the way is my very true feelings and the main reason why I did not wish to stay.

I looked at them for a long time today, and I could almost just imagine their conversation before they started and stopped playing.

Faeliq would be signaling to them when to hold up instruments, they would be joking and crapping about some random nonsense and basically there would be some people falling asleep in between.

The more I looked at them, the more I felt this strong urge to suddenly return and be a part of them.

To be part of the gallery. To sit above and hold my instrument proudly, and look at the ‘commoners’ below.

‘Commoners’ they were to me last time, now I am but one part of the commoners who sit and wait for the music to start and stop.

I waved.

Nobody waved back.

Or perhaps, nobody saw me. This just about illustrates my point.

I am only but one of the mass crowd now. An insignificant part of the audience, which those on stage cannot see.

When they finally played, I closed my eyes and imagined the most glorious music on earth.

I felt a quick, impulsive flicker in my heart.

It lasted for a mere 3 seconds, before I jolted back to reality.
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This is what you want.

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