I jumped into Leone Ross' Ten Days of Writing challenge half-way, so it's kind of fitting that I didn't quite make it to the end. I did Day 9 but was just too busy to pull something together for Day 10. I really wish it was something I'd been in on from the beginning, but such is life.
Leone's full list of challenges are here. I might go back through these and attempt a few of them - some are really intriguing (particularly the word loop one).
The challenge for Day 9 was to write 250 words about a
moment of either pain or ecstasy. I chose the latter. It's not my best
bit of writing (heck, I couldn't even come up with a title) but half the point of these exercises is to see where
our limits are and what we can do with different ideas. Story begins after the picture...
The band is an hour into their set. I’m deep into the music, swilling overpriced beer, having a blast.
Then: some familiar opening chords.
The Song. They’re playing The Song.
loved this band for years, but I’ve never seen them live until tonight.
And now they’re playing the first song of theirs I ever heard. Hell,
verse. I know The Song’s lyrics and structure intimately; I’m yelling
them out into the charged space between me and the band. The whole
audience does likewise; we’re all shouting, swaying, waving our arms as
if grasping at the moment.
chorus. The Song is slower, melancholic, less aggressive than their
other music. I love their harder fare, but the downbeat sonic wash of
this track gives me chills.
verse. Before, booze and moshing got my blood up. Now I just feel
untethered, weightless, drifting skyward. Time passes solely in musical
beats, one after the other.
chorus. A realization hits: between now and the first time I heard
this, decades have passed. The emotional distance I’ve crossed since
then makes singing along feel like a triumph, an act of completion. I’m
still alive, still able to sing and sway.
A still moment. The band lets it linger. I wait for the finale, my flesh crawling. Every nerve ending tingles.
The final chorus. I strain my vocal courts and pump my arms harder, terrified to miss these last moments.
The Song closes. The crowd roars.