This is something I had to write for homework and it had to be short so I thought I might as well post it here.

The Flutist's Performance

The night was finally here. My terrifying performance. I felt my palms start to sweat. This was the one part of playing the flute I hated. Performing. As the car lurched to a stop, my mother said to me "You do know how extremely outrageous you are behaving," she said in a voice like sweet, velvet voice. If only I had gotten my mother's looks. Her golden her could easily be used in an analogy of the sun. Her alabaster teeth gleamed. Her only bad features were her bloodshot eyes, alligatored skin and the large welt on her arm. I started to give flimsy excuses as to why I shouldn't perform tonight, but mum's eyes were glittering treacherously, and I knew I would be playing tonight. Of course my mother would not choose the palatable course of action. As I walked into the theatre I noticed many different things. Like how there was a small fountain that had the occasional clump of debris floating in the water. And how there were several cleats holding the stage up. I had no more time to ponder as the conch shell was blown, signaling me to start. So I did what I loved to do best. I played. I played a song of hope, happiness and love. And I played a song that was grateful for the past, happy for the future, and joyfully exclaiming their thanks for the present. And for the first time in my life, I enjoyed the performance.

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