The Auditorium Was Cool and Silent.
Only One Bright Light Shone Out Onto The Stage.
It Shone Onto The Boy.
10,000 Eyes Were Fixed Upon Him.
Waiting In Anticipation.
The Boy Stood There Casually.
His Shaggy Black Hair Covering The Rim Of His Glasses.
He Wore A Black Band Tee, Ripped Jeans, And Dirty Vans.
His Hand Was Wrapped Around The Microphone.
Waiting.
Soon,
The Music Started To Flow Out Of The Speakers.
As He Slowly Started To Serenade The Audience Of 10,000 Eyes.
He Told His Story;
Filled With Sorrow, Regret, Passion, And Hope.
He Poured His Heart Out With Every Word He Spoke.
Every Single Word Hitting The Audience.
Making Them Feel All That He Had Been Through.
Everyone Felt His Sorrow.
Everyone Felt His Regret.
Everyone Felt His Passion.
Everyone Felt His Hope.
As He Held Out The Last Note,
He Released His Tight Grasp On The Microphone,
And Stepped Back Slightly.
10,000 Eyes Were Still Fixed Upon Him.
But As He Walked Off The Stage.
10,000 Hands Were Clapping For Him.
He Smirked;
For He Knew He Had Spread His Message To Every Soul In That Audience.
" Burn This In My Eyes,
Until I Can See Your Outline.
Carve This Onto Your Lips,
'Til You See My Blood Drip.
If You Should Ever Have To Walk That Line Alone,
Know That I Will Be Right There Beside You.
For I Walk That Line Every Single Day.
The Line That Leads Me To Life.
The Line That Leads Me To Who I Am. "
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