The Significance Of Song Lyrics To My Hero's Journey

Good morning brother and sister, I pray all is well with each of you as we continue this series on the children of Israel... we hope if the spirit allows us to end this series this week... When God give you instruction to do something, don’t be greedy, don’t ask tons of questions, and most of all don’t be too lazy and don’t do it...

I can barely make out two people coming here, looks like a girl and a guy. I overhear them talking about the dance, so that has told me I have been here for over 30 minutes, Laura is probably really worried. Maybe I can get them to notice me I’ll use all my strength that I have left to make a noise. Dang all of that and I could only make a slight grunt. No way, he’s looking this way I have to make another noise. No! I can’t even make another noise, this is pathetic. Even though I only made this small sound he’s walking over here, yes! This might be my big break. The girl is saying something about Royals, and Guardians. I think she is scared that they will come for them because they saved me. Damn those Guardians! No, He’s walking away now he said sorry but that can’t save me, they are both gone

“Entry 3: You all know me, and you will know me when you see me in person. You can find me where I made eye contact with the last one of you group. Think who saw me last. Think where each of you saw me.”

With every march, every mile, every step I feel freedom approaching. Although I may look like a pair of dilapidated flats, my ardent nature flows through my threading. The countless grains of sand have scratched at my bottom, wearing me thin. My excessive usage helps me conform to each callus and provide the ultimate comfort of belonging with the foot of Sarojini Naidu. Even with my extraordinary fondness of her, I am tiring of all this trekking we have been doing. Relieving India of Britain’s taxation is an exemplary justification as to why I have covered over 240 miles, but my heel hurts. I fear that soon I will be of no use in protecting her sole. Still, I persevere onward with her steady pace.

The familiar sound of the door opening made me bite my lip and grin. I breathed heavily, faking sleep. Seconds later my eyes were open and I saw strobe lights, a cow suit and a trumpet. Laughing, I got out of bed. My two Chamber “parents”, Rachel and Ben, were congratulating me, and my real mother and father were beaming. I got dressed in a splatter painted, fringed and musically themed shirt that they’d brought, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, into Ben’s dirty green volvo. Half an hour later I was getting out of the car, and being welcomed by the other singers. Abby got out of a red van, looking as confused as I felt- I kept thinking soon I’d wake up and find out this was just a dream, and that I had failed. But it was extremely real, and everything I thought it’d be. Later today would be hard, some of my close friends hadn’t made it, and I’d sympathize with them. But hugging Abby, looking around at the other smiling faces, I knew that this moment I wouldn’t forget, this moment would be one of my very

"DIA!" His father's screams replayed over in his head as he woke, being pulled out of his slumber by the sound of doors crashing open. Captain Poison screamed at him "Your mothers and fathers are dead! Your brothers and sisters are dead!" As Dia and the other boys were rushed through the camp, the thoughts of his family came flooding back to him. The way his mother used to softly sing him to sleep when he was younger or how his father would joke around with him on the way to school. His family wasn't wealthy but it was enough for him. Dia was happy with his family. He realised that he may never experience this happiness again.

Just look at me, I’m a mess, look what they’ve done to me. I’m minutes away or even seconds from having my breath, my last look at this beautiful view. It was suppose to be a good day like any other day just me and my family but they came here today, they known as the distinctive ones. The old man used to called them the wacky fellows because they are different, because they are nasty, terrifying inhabitants.

“Wow. That’s impressive. I was going to give you the tickets even if you didn’t name the songs.” , the radio announcer replied. I breathed out in relief and began to smile. I had just won concert tickets to see a band that i’ve been obsessed with ever since I was a kid and I could not have been happier.

When I look into their eyes, there is nothing, just a shiny fake gleam of light. No right or wrong. No happy or sad. Nothing. It’s like they 're gone. Reaching out, their cold, pale necks, pulseless. At this moment, it doesn’t matter what they had received on their eighth grade algebra test or if they were always the only one without an IPhone. They’re gone and they’re never coming back. I can’t believe this is the end. There must be away out.

My skin shivers as the voices crash down into me like a wave destroying a sand castle. I didn’t even know it was possible, but hearing the roars from the crowd sends beads of sweat down my face, how can i possibly be this nervous, I’ve been practicing, I have perfected the rhythms and memorized the notes. There is nothing to worry about, right? I quickly gather my thoughts when I notice It’s very dim backstage, so dim, that if you hadn't been outside recently you wouldn't know it was only noon. There is no empty space anywhere, every space in sight is filled or covered with something, chords are scattered around the floor and draped in the rafters above me. Microphones lying in random areas, and there has to be at least ten amplifiers up against the back wall to my right. People are running amok trying to set things up in a hurry as they transition from person to person. It is so chaotic back here. “Hey, baby girl,” a familiar voice exclaims. I quickly turn around to be welcomed by a huge embrace. “Brooke, you said you weren’t going to be here,” I answer quizzically, “and how did you find me? I’m literally in the middle of

(walks under a flickering light) “ no wonder everyone hates you and why they locked you down here” “so have you heard anything odd like something scraping on the walls louder and louder every hour ? “ “what how did you know ? ” “i have my ways …. so who or what do you think it is ?.....a lost soul…..a drawkill ...a hunter….a nightmare…..a toy…….a phantom……..an original trying to prank you …...a withered ……… or could it be Mangle trying to mess with your mind ...or Puppet trying to get you to play her game ...her bloody game ………...or Golden Freddy trying to get you to play with him until the end of time………....” “wow ….i didn’t know how many animatronics there were that could be doing this… springtrap do you mind if i stay down here until midnight ? “ “ i don’t care as long as you don’t make much noise….won’t the kids know you aren’t up there ? “ “ they don’t care they JUST LOVE the others but despise me like foxy and mangle “ “don’t you

After we walked out the venue doors, a few girl ran up to us. “Jade!!” One girl yelled, “Jason!!” yelled the other two. “Oh my god! I cant believe this! Thank you so much for your music, Its kept me sane.” A younger blonde girl said with tears in her eyes, making me even more

“We didn’t expect people to be up close to the band and singing along. It looked like everyone had a really good time.”

“Okay okay. Y’all will have to be careful now. Very very careful. You’re going into the magic side of the world. And trust me, this is going to be dangerous. So dangerous that you will wish you were back on the non-magic, human side of the world. But now, since you have opened this, you’re a goner. You won’t be going back to the normal living side of the world anytime soon. Trust me, I know. There is a possibility of going back, but like you’ll be able to go back, I’ve already tried so many times. So I guess that means you’re stuck here with us. But to start this off, let’s start from the beginning before I ended up here, in this hell hole of a world. Anyway, BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MOTHERFUCKERS BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG, CRAZY,

Still listening I see, lets skip the car ride home and go to Brian’s house. The boys are having a sleepover, I’m sure you’ll want to visit them there. Lets go, follow me precisely and don’t worry about the words on the paper