"All I Ask of You" - Phantom of the Opera It was a warm Monday evening on the 5th of September. The cool, artificial breeze welcomed me in once I entered the Venetian Theatre. I was in awe of it all. Dark silver drapes aligned the walls. A lopsided chandelier base dangled dangerously above the audience a few rows below me; so low in fact that tip-toeing would have given my little legs enough leverage to reach it. I wish I could've just so I could unscrew a lightbulb to take home as a souvenir, but I think they'd notice it was missing. People hurried passed to their seats, careful not to spill their drinks. One by one a mixed crowd of young, old, casual and exquisitely dressed patrons filled up the plush chairs. The show was sold-out once again. The stage was completely covered behind a bright red curtain with gold trimmings. Magnificent detail surrounded the two, empty boxseats on each side. There was a reason for its vacancy, but I'll learn this soon enough. N...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.