The lights are on
Only the best of the worst can join this prestige organization. The struggle will be unbearable, the hours more than many, the orphans will starve. Do you have what it takes to rise the ranks and become Flat Stanley?
The musician plays with no emotion content with being content content with never hoping because hoping leads to dreaming and dreams never come true the tears are all for you so the music plays the notes play flat the critics want more the critics cannot handle more the musician plays the strings some more fingers bled and bleed some more a story slips and slips and slips a withered soul with muted lips a withered soul from broken heart a withered soul from isolation a withered soul from desperation the critics are hungry for more they cannot hear the sounds of pain the pain of the musician so the musician plays louder if the music is louder maybe they will leave the musician alone to play a lone musician on a lonely throne forever content on just being alone forever
This really is beautiful.