The Night - Original Writing

The nightclub is dark when the two boys arrive, except for the light that bathes the bandstand. Sonny’s music is what everyone has come to hear and seems to be everyone’s salvation, their hope. The people in the room live in Harlem and are familiar with the darkness that surrounds them. Everyone in the story from the boys’ family whose “darkness in [their] faces” (p. 39) frightened them to the woman with the tambourine whose music “brought a poison out of her” (p. 51) seems familiar with the darkness that lives in them and their town. Throughout the concluding scene, the bandstand and the music that is made there is treated with a reverence as they live in the darkness and can only touch the light, but never be in it, as the listeners in the

I was so into the song that I didn’t see Evy slip away into the back of the stage where she had hymned the background music. The audience erupted into a roar. Everyone in the audience stood up. A person was walking towards the stage. I recognized him immediately. His name was Ansel. He was a college scout for Juilliard. He asked to see me after the show.

That morning, the recording studio seemed to be filled with more noise and frustration than usual. I sat cooped up in a metal fold out chair, watching all four of

The heavy sounds of an epic orchestral piece vibrated through the tiny speakers before I could stop them. The sudden blast had almost caused an emotional meltdown, my sensitive hearing not quite accustomed to the barrage, but I fought through the cacophonous pain and found Good Vibrations.

“Morrison arrived. He had on his black vinyl pants and he sat down on a leather couch in front of the four big blank speakers and he closed his eyes. The curious aspect of Morrison’s arrival was this: no one acknowledged it. Robby Krieger continued working out a guitar passage. John Densmore tuned his drums.

All of a sudden Yvonne cut off. Ella turned to see her running from the stage with one hand on her stomach and the other over her mouth. The microphone fell to the floor with a loud clatter and the sound system buzzed so loudly that it hurt Ella’s ears.

His words reverberated through me like a sledgehammer to a church bell. I sprinted up the curving, narrow staircase of the balcony more effectively than a lot of my peers could have. My legs had memorized that climb over the past two years. I was familiar with the darkness, the tiny yellow lights marking the aisles. What I haven’t memorized is exactly what I had done to trigger the terrible noise that was blasting through every speaker in the auditorium. The screeching was worse than any feedback I had heard before. My mind was moving faster than my legs were. I had a few ideas as to what could be going wrong, but I had made sure that everything on my list had been done before sound check an hour ago.

Furthermore, as quickly as the gorgeous orchestral performance initiated, it also ceased at the same rate. The curtains drew and a new set of faces frantically took place adjacent to the stage preparing for their portion of the concert. Two young gentlemen with guitars in their hands took to the stage to overwhelm the crowd with their abilities. The lights slowly flashed into their vicinity and the rest of the stage became somewhat dimmed, as they added disparity to the beautiful orchestral performance seen before, by inserting a 21st century spin on the performance by infusing more prevalent instruments of today. It

The big doors to the venue,which proudly I stood directly in front of, slowly creaked open, as if asking “are you sure you’re ready?”, and we all started scampering in like dogs that had been left outside in the rain all day. I proudly handed the first ticket over to the burly dude collecting tickets, and immediately ran to the front of the stage. I guess I forgot about Ty and Dillon, but they ended up making their way up to the front anyway. Standing there, you could feel the thick anticipation in the air, and smell the musty, sweaty bodies that had been waiting outside all day. I didn’t notice on my way up, probably due to being overly excited, but your shoes stuck to the ground like the floor was made of duct tape. There was apparently a concert the

Surprising as it wasn 't, Night and Day were back out in the open air, stuffed in a crowd of nitrogen molecules. The whole lot of them were unpleasant to be around, since they were practically everywhere. But, the oxygen duo pushed on through, grumbling the entire time.

During the summer you can find the same scene on any Saturday night. I see an elderly man near the entrance setting behind a table covered with stacks of booklets. I can tell he is employed by the park by the dark green polo shirt and tan ball cap he is wearing. Even from a distance I can hear him shout, “Programs! Get your programs. Three dollars!” As a middle aged man wearing a dark t-shirt and baggy blue jeans walks through the door. It becomes obvious that he is experienced with the process. With cash in hand he approaches the man selling programs and makes a silent exchange. Tossing his cash on the table, he snatches up a program and quickly makes his way to a nearby table to study his newly purchased information. Just then I noticed a well dress couple just inside the building. Their eyes are full of excitement and wonder as they glance around and whisper quietly to each other. Slowly they approach the man selling programs. Although I am too far away to hear the conversation, it appears they are new to the game and the greeter is explaining the documents he has available. The couple purchases a program and slowly walks away holding hands. They continue to look around as the young man begins to flip through the booklet they just purchased. The woman tugs on his arm and they too make their way to a table in the middle of the room.

Raven woke up in a cold sweat. She was panting hard with beads of sweat rolling down her face. “Oh thank god… It was only a dream.” She wiped the water from her forehead, but yet she knew something didn’t feel right.

Home had all the blinds shut, blocked out any inch of sunlight that would try to peak its way through. It was hot outside, but the central air kept the inside of the house cool but it became too cool for me as I stepped foot into my kitchen from the garage door. It made it hard for me to take off my suit jacket as I made my way from the kitchen into my bedroom. My boys stayed back with Paul and allowed me to come home just to rest.

Everything was grey wonderful grey. Grey cloudy skies. Life felt still, empty, and quiet outside. So quiet. Then something clicked in my mind and noise filled my head getting rid of the empty feeling and filling it up with life. 
White windowless houses all side by side for miles. If not for the door a house would be blank. Some house didn 't even have doors. They were the new models of houses. I walked on the street because there are no roads to walk on. 
The sight of ever lasting green trees came into my view. And I knew I had reached the park. The park full of plants that never died. And there he was. It was the first time I saw him like this. 
The first time I could see him in real life. I could just barely see his dark almost black eyes under his dark brown bangs. His skin was pale white just like mine. I noticed how his face changed from a distant gaze into a bright lit up smile when he saw me. 
"You came!" I felt shocked to hear his voice. 
It sounded familar like as if I had forgotten it. I had forgotten what a voice could sound like. I opened my mouth to try and speak but nothing came out. He looked at me puzzled by how mute I was. 
"Come on it 's not that hard. Don 't tell me you 've forgotten how to talk as well." His voice full of disappointment made me want to speak to him and tell him I could talk. 
"I..." 
His face perked up. "Go on." He encouraged me. 
"I... I can talk." I was surprised by my own voice. It had been a long time since I needed to speak. 
"I

Every day begins the same as any; the sun rises and journeys through the sky as it’s supposed to, the clouds dance to the chirping beat of the birds. I throw myself out of bed as I stare at this pleasant sight and wonder what great fun it would be if I had been blessed with a pair of wings with which I could use to dive into the sky leaving my beloved ones behind.