Let's get loud
Have the lights dimmed for the silence to fill the brightness chased away by absolute darkness. After 5 seconds, an astounding spotlight reveal itself, bring with it shimming precipitation of silver and gold dust, falling lightly onto a small figure who stands centre-stage.
"Oh.. this is thrilling" he thought, with a racing heart putting sweaty palms to work. The estasy of excitement burnt his glowing cheeks, melting upon interaction with the icy-prick from temporary pride, as well as fright - like the fusion of a solvent and solute. It's nerve-racking to be embraced with attention whenever you make your appearence yet we enjoy being a willing-subject of a crowd's focus.
Yes, that's the leo in action. I just adore this moment as though time itself had decelerated for the nano-seconds reserved, exclusively for me.
It's no use making a grandeur appearence if you can't substain. I can't. My avoidance of eye-contacts, the best companion of perilous shyness, gave me away like the clearing of mist by a hasty gust. And the de facto lead, the soft-voice.
I figured alot of things as I gazed out blankly from the cab's window. Ideas, issues and matters churning like a rotary. And the lightbulb floating above my spikey-hair came to life before it burst and engulf itself into flames. Jason needs to possess another skill. The capability to speak out fcuk*ing loud and confidently, like how highlighters do.
Emo's definately not a channel this time. Enough demagnetising people like static. Enough is enough! Speak up! Be heard! And set the inner-charisma ablazed and glorified!
