Alone at the Amphitheater

Inaniloquist · Posts: 16 Reputation: 0 Join date: 2009-10-27 Age: 15

As I run my fingers along the first row seats, I feel the cold touch of marble. The amphitheater was somewhere that I felt comfortable. In this place, I didn't really feel blind. The reverberations of every single minor sound made it easy to navigate, plus, I've been here so many other times with my brothers and sisters, to not know where everything was would make me some kind of moron! I chuckled inwardly a bit.
I moved myself towards the center of the theater, "Echo!" I yelled out cheerfully. I could feel and hear my voice surrounding me. With a satisfied sigh, I began to sing.

"Orpheus and his lute made trees,
and the mountain tops that freeze,
bow down when he did sing.
To his music plants and flowers
ever sprung as sun and showers.
There he made a lasting spring..."

True, I wasn't the best singer ever. By Apollo standards, I was actually considered pretty awful, but at least I could keep a note. It was fun and it was relaxing, but, even though I enjoyed it, I didn't think I could ever sing in front of anyone else...

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Tiresias "Terry" Veillance, son of Apollo