Heather Buckley and Diane Mayr

Diane Mayr

Inspiration piece

by Heather Buckley

She sat there with a half cooked smile on her face, not quite knowing how to react to anything that was happening.   Mostly every night she would stay home, petting her cat, drinking tea and watching horrible romantic comedies or whatever was on the television.  This concert was the most exciting event she had ever been to.  She spent most of the concert looking into the abyss of hair of the giant man with the afro who just had happened to have bought the seat in front of her.  That was just a reminder of why she doesn’t go out often. Because something always goes wrong.

“This is the final songs, folks.” The singer said and the band played the thirty second introduction to the song. The women felt relieved that this was almost over, she felt so overwhelmed but this entire thing. Though, there was part of her that wishes it was her up on that stage. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like catering to fans every night, traveling for an entire year and getting to see the world. She thought it must be wonderful to feel extraordinary. It must feel wonderful to be something than normal.

“Now, I just want to take a moment to highlight my fans.” The pictures on the big screens that were above the stage started to show pictures of people who had seats way up in the back, so far back that the even the screens looked like dots and pictures of people who were so close to the stage that they probably got singer’s sweat on them.  The next picture flashed on and she thought that the person looked familiar. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it though.

“OH” she said, it came out like a squeal. The singer looked at the screen and then out to the crowd as if he was trying to make eye contact with her.  For that one moment, everyone was paying attention to her. Puffs of smoke shot out from the corners of the stage. Purple and silver confetti started rain down.

In that moment, when everybody had noticed that she existed, she thought
“This is what it must feel like to be unique.”


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