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:.Dream.:

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Published: Jan 12, 2012

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_{Sometimes, when I'm alone and only silence rings through the halls, I'll go into my room and turn the lock.

I grab my headphones and slip them on, powering up my trusty music player then carefully selecting a song.

I close my eyes and wait.

There's a stirring in the room: a quiet rumble as the song starts up. There's only black to see, but my senses kick in as the faint sound of chanting plays into the background.

I open my eyes and the sight before me is stunning.

The walls are no longer a bland eggshell-white, but are loud and ecstatic. They hold a sea of fist-pumps hitting the air as the buzzing of a million fans scream behind the rising action. The guitars pick up the steady beat, swinging hands with the tempo and gliding through the air. They're clustered but casual in movement, dancing as the bass rings through their bodies.

I look out at all of them, a smile on my lips.

I take a deep breath.

The first note is steady and clean as if this wasn't the first time I had belted it out. I don't have to think so my body rocks with the music, riding the ripples of rhythm as they crash down on me. The words come easily; there are no questions as to what was coming next. I had it all figured out by heart, leaving me with the single concern of pumping up the crowd.

They mouth the words, hands in the air and nodding to the beat. I smile at them, matching their hip-wiggles with a sweet chirp of the harmony. My feet take me to the edge of the stage, leaning down to sing with them. They reach out and our hands touch: electricity warming my hand as skin meets skin. They're needy but accepting and let go as I cross to the other side.

They're just as wild and wanting as the other side.

I meet up with the bridge of the song, calming with the sudden slowness. I look out to the rows of human-waves.

All their eyes are on me and they're waiting.

My stomach drops as the lyrics run out, taking me down with the rhythm's drop. A moment of silence is all I need to recharge and soon enough, I'm back at the edge.

It's almost the end, but they're still singing with me and cheering as loud as ever. Their hands are itching to meet me and the expression of admiration decorates their faces. I smile and brush their fingers with mine, déjà vu ever-present in the back of my head.

The music begins to fade. but they're still here as I sing to the very end. Their chanting dwindles away but I swear they're still with me as the next song starts up.

There's a brief silence that accompanies the returning of eggshell-white and hyper-consciousness snaps me back to reality.

There's a quiet drumming in the room.

I close my eyes and wait.}