Story-time: Lyric Returns to the Stage

I walked out, head held high. With each step, I felt more freedom than the last. My life unfolded at a bird’s eye view, as my past grew distant. I stared out into the crowd stepping my way into a future that no longer was red and dusty beneath my feet yet bold and black. It even provided a little soundtrack –

Click. Clack.

 I passed so many people. I thought I knew a few, but they didn’t seem to recognize me. That was strange. With a dismal glance, I continued my stride forward. 

As I continued to move forward, my background music leading me on, I got the strangest feeling. Did I leave something back home? I checked my bag; everything was there. My pocket had just a few coins from when I used to need bus fare. Another beggar pulled my arm, asking for spare change.

“Not now,” I hissed. “I don’t have any besides I think I left something back home.”

I stopped a second, tried to focus my mind, and remember.”Was it my-“

“Try your soul,” the beggar I’d dismissed handed me his sign. It said: HELP ME. I”VE LOST MY WAY.

He stood back, shaking his head with sadness and said, “the warm thing that pierces your body and fills it with love. Your conscience, that voice that reminds you of where you come from and leads you to where you’re going. You know the thing that kept you humbled. But you, don’t worry about it; you’re too far gone.” 

A deep sigh escaped Lyric’s lips. She couldn’t hear the crowd; she didn’t know if they loved or hated it. All she knew is that she’d spoken her peace and now she was free.

Based on the novel, Dear Infatuated.