Anything but blue



Limelight moment shadow casted

You know that song you have, which you consider to be yours? You have a relationship with it, a special bond. Perhaps it describes a certain feeling of joy or a moment of truth. Maybe it recalls a memory, shared with others or experienced by just you on your own. It is a tune you hold to heart, not easily shared with others. For they do not understand the attachment, the emotions, the mess and chaos behind the notes.
When it one evening suddenly plays in front of everyone, it strips you naked, down to the bone. Exposed with no comprehension from the others. Does the song lose its power? Does the rhythm no longer synch with your heartbeat? Do the notes now suddenly seem out of key?
Something which was preciously yours and intimate is now bloated, unfolded. Limelight moment turned sour, unwillingly.
‘Are you alright?’ someone asks.
‘It’s all in your head, dear one,’ says another.
Yes, it’s all in my head. Now where do I go from here?