I am in the dark and the dark likes me. I have forgotten the song for the talent show, so I make up my own. It goes like this: “I am in love with a squid, I will live in the sky, I have flowery eyes.” I will sing this and they will love my act. I shove the dark away and sing: “I am in love with a shark, I will live underground, I have a candy bar in my pocket.” I don't pay attention when the dark comes even closer. “I am a stiiingraaaay, I will drive a plane, I will kill the rain.” Wait, this is a happy song, no killing. “I am a fist- no, no fists either, I am a fish in the lake, I like to eat cake, a rabbit I will bake- no, none of that, think happy!!! I am eating pie, I will surely die- WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH MEEEEE!!!!!!! Why can't I think of anything happy?!?” I look and the dark is hugging me like a long-lost friend. The dark says “Come with me and I will give you everything.” I say “NO! I will sing in the talent show and win and they will all love me” “Your life is empty without me,” says the dark “You need me.” “What's in it for you?” “We will have fun together” says the dark, “we will have the most fun and your life will be complete! I know that you do not believe what they say. And you are right, their praise is hollow. Come with me and have a real life” “What do you mean!!! My life IS real!! I AM happy!” I say, trying to convince myself as much as the dark.” “You are lying to yourself” says the dark and I know that it can see my innermost thoughts. “All right” I say, feeling at the moment that this is what I truly want. The dark shouts with glee as we fly off a cliff I hadn't noticed before. “CRASH AND BURN!!!!” the dark screams as we fly into an unknown future.
The Worst Rehearsal
