Put Your Hands Together

I feel sorry as I watch the others rehearse that our audience on show night will never know these memories as they observe the polished final product. I feel hurt and pained at the knife needed to scratch away the surface to reveal the diamond beneath. I am glad that we and no other group of people have come together and have created something out of nothing. A certain comradeship undeniably glints under the stage lights, obvious in the way we speak together even when opposing and the similar fashion in which we shiver from the cold and from the sheer adrenaline of having a time, though meager, in which we can speak and people will listen - although of course the aim was never to have people listen. The aim was always to simply put up a good show and entertain people, satisfying yourself. And it will not ever make a difference how loud the applause is or whether you receive a standing ovation - it will always have been about the root.