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The Concert

Becky Waterfield

The old folding chair squeaked as I sat down for the concert
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It was almost magical
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There
was a blue, vibrant wave of empty, blue seats surrounding me
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What was behind the curtain?
You could not tell
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If you even blinked for a second, when you
opened your eyes again the population had doubled
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Turning
around I came face to face with a sweaty, ketchup covered hot dog grasped in the hands of
a sleeping lady
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Happy and excited, she
sat down with her parents and waited for the show to begin
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It was like Halloween
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Suddenly light beamed out from
above, a magical sunrise of colours shone onto the stage
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I saw her eyes light up and a look of anticipation painted itself upon her pale face
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Wildly, the dancers ran onto the stage smiling with anxiety
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All dancing was in unison
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The show
went on for hours and after a while your eyes blurred and the lights were a colourful
scribble behind the dancers
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All concentration was on the dancing
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The dancers came back and took their
final bow, the crowd cheered
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They looked paralysed and were staring at the stage still, wishing the show
would continue
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The girls face was in a wide
grin and I saw her excitedly discussing the dancing to her mother and father, who also
looked very impressed with the show
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Leading out onto the road, I could still see the girl’s bright pink cap in the distance
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Driving away
from me, the taxi disappeared into the busy traffic
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Everyone had left the concert; it was
over

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