In March, Azrael Pearlman plays percussion in the pit orchestra for his school's production of Into The Woods. He likes the bass drum part the best - during the second act, when he shakes the earth with the giant's footsteps, when he crushes protagonists held so dearly in the hearts of the audience. He sees imperfection in the witch's character, trying to remain distant but growing attached regardless. Even the giant has its reasons for destruction, but those feet - those feet remain as unfeeling and detached as the fuzzy mallets that sound them out.
In April, Azrael's life returns to normal. He is glad for the extra time in the afternoons, but - and though he'd never tell you - he misses all the dread and silence that that drum brought in its wake. It's the kind of power you'd never give up if you didn't have to.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
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Well put young Samwise. I also enjoyed the thunderous foot of the giant despite my attachment to the Baker's wife. ♣
You were a good harbinger.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
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