The Only Truth I Know

There were teachers laughing, curtains swaying, kids dancing and cheering and shaking; it was a high school talent show.

Believe me, there were some really fantastic acts. They emerge clean and bright and perfect, but the evening was so enjoyable because of its abundance of overrated teenaged superstars. I loved seeing kids jumping around on stage, not caring how much applause they'd receive. I loved hearing their decidedly out of tune voice hit notes that made my skin tingle. I died when a dear friend had the courage to stand up in front of strangers and sing and play guitar. That's real talent right there. I'm so proud of him, of them all.

It was beautiful. I forgot about my bad day and the tic marks on my arm. I wasn't falling asleep, I wasn't upset at all. They might not have been the best singer, but they all tried and they all had fun. There was a spirit of hard work and youthfulness, and it was fantastic.

Can be like that?