Ashley Ustazewski

Honors English pd. 8

Mr. Ferranti
9/13/16

An audible gasp spanned the theatre as she walked through the doors to the
sound of a G note being played on a piano through the booming speakers, the lyrics
known by heart to all those singing along to the simple parade-centric melody. She
sank into the plush theatre seat, and all around her were excited conversations and
giddy laughter mingled with loud singing and the soaring melody of the song that
was currently occupying any and all leftover space. In the center of the stage was a
large illuminated microwave adorned with cat whiskers and a pixelated explosion,
on either side of it two small televisions with the same cat whiskers silhouetted on
their brightly shining screens. Smoke crept across the stage, and the power
flickered out without notice. Confusion and anticipation quickly morphed into
ecstatic cheers as the voices of the two people she was there to see were heard
over the speakers, their British accents greatly out of place in the state of Ohio. On
the microwave flashed images of the two; first were the most recent, followed by
older and older ones all the way back to their first video together in 2009. The
audience laughed joyously at the skits and musical numbers of the performance;
not one face was without a smile. After final bows were taken and the show came to
a close, she was left with a smile on her face and tears stinging her eyes as she
slowly made her way down the isle of seats. Giddy chatter surrounded her as she
made her way out of the theatre and into the lit concrete area surrounding the
entryway of it. Her hand shook slightly as she waved at the retreating tour bus, and
she turned her back on what would soon be a treasured memory.