Sometimes all you need is a stage, music, action, passion and vigor.

Telling tales of loss and hope through swinging arms and dancing feet.

Telling tales of love and hate through trembling waists and drumming hands.

Telling tales of life and death through listening ears and running nose.

Telling tales of chaos and peace through bells and tamborines.

It's game. It's a survival of the fittest. It's a race not really for the swift but for the determined.

One down, two to go. There will always be one down and more to go.

Telling tales of pride and shame throug lifted hands and sonorous voices.

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My Pen Bleeds!