EveryDayArtist

Eponine Thénardier woke up and yawned until her jaw clicked. She pulled on jeans and a tank top as the sounds of her mother and father screaming at each other drifted through the thin walls of her room and took a deep breath to prepare to face the day. The grating screeches continued as she slunk into the kitchen to grab something to eat; nodding at where her little brother was seated at the table munching on cereal and listening to their parents' argument with a slightly irritated look. Eponine reached over to ruffle the ten year-old's hair. "How long have they been at it?" "About an hour. I think dad screwed something up again. Mom's

1. Dance Spock entered the sickbay to the sound of laughter. He quickly categorized the two different strains as the brass, measured Doctor McCoy and the light and musical Lieutenant Uhura. And if he was correct, those protesting yelps and protestations were the Captain. He entered the large room and found he was correct. There was McCoy, lounging in a chair and chuckling somewhat maliciously. It took the Vulcan a moment to register the soft music being played. Then another to notice his commanding officer and Lt. Uhura. The pretty woman was attempting to aid her Captain as they danced about the room. Emphasis on attempting. "Come on Jim!

STAGE The stage is set, the lights are up, The curtain raised by willing hands, upon The catwalk people run, and dash and jump To attention, as the orchestra drones on. The seats begin to fill with life as though Blood is pumping through veins of wood and stone, Murmured voices echo throughout the hall and so Does the cold stare of the critic on his throne. Behind the velvet wall, the actors wait, With baited breath, nervous heart, for the call That brings to light, the love and joy and fate That ev’ry thespian understands, the great and small. And as the curtain comes heaven bound The darkened hall is heavy with the lack of sound.