I've done it. I can't believe I am free. I am liberated, escaped from that prison The troupe came into town a little more than a week ago. As Ellis had taught me I had watched for when they might come. I have always looked forward to when the troupes would come to town. On the last day of their performance I snuck out of our estate trekked over to their campsite and auditioned for them. I played out my heart and soul as if everthing that had been bottled could finallyknow its expression and furthermore. knowing this was my moment of escape. Into my song I poured my loneliness, my grief at losing Ellis, my anger at my father and the longing for world in which each had a place. They hired me on the spot.
As I write this several days later I cannot believe I am unshackled and free. My destiny is my own.
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