TRAVELER
Chapter 161

by CARL DICKSON

Our hope is that every homosexual youth in this country can find a home and someone to love them as they are.
No one deserves to be discriminated against, no matter what their differences from society's norm
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A tidy quote from chapter 137
"titles belong on books, not people" ©Carl Dickson—2007

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    Don't call me traditional, I am any thing except a traditionalist. At stage front, right sat the instruments of the internationally acclaimed Wild Boys band. When everyone was seated six of the sweetest looking boys in England stepped on stage and took their positions for a performance that more than two thousand seated guests will talk about for some time.
    With the exception of the dim LEDs, that shone down on the floor from every isle seat, the entire Opera House went dark. At precisely seven o'clock the room exploded with blinding light from synchronized strobe lights aimed so that their light bounced from the ceiling and walls as sound from eighty high intensity speakers placed in every conceivable location of the great hall rattled throughout the great auditorium. Every patron in every seat in the house felt as if he were in the middle of a massive explosion that rocked the universe.
    Brad Garcia fired his lasers at the draped ceiling. Great care had to be taken to avoid damage to the central chandelier that weighs over six tons and hangs more than sixty feet above the main seating floor, over the heads of twenty two hundred patrons.
    The only light in the area was a small white light that started in the center of the overhead screen then slowly spread out as the opening sounds gently faded away in every direction until all was in silence.
    The light show on the ceiling begin to enlarge faster and faster as a rumble of sound moved through the auditorium. The white light became an ever increasing ring of fiery light of oranges, reds, yellows, and pale white. Large fans set into the air conditioning duct work blew down hard to simulate the conditions one might expect from The Big Bang of the universe.
    Personally I was more excited about the effects of the explosion than I had been when it was performed live at the Wild Boys' Echos Through the Canyon concert on March the seventh of the previous year. This time we did not need to program the air horns from all of the Traveler Trio©, they had been recorded live at the canyon and through the magic of my technically minded boys they added to the thrill of the opening of our command performance before the President of France and all of his invited guests—invited at a minimum starting price of five hundred Euros per seat—at current rate of exchange about seven hundred and seventy American dollars.
    The only thing that I felt was missing from the beginning of the show was earthquake seats to really shake up the audience, but there was worry that the intense vibration might damage the one hundred and thirty four year old Palais Garnier, more commonly known as the Paris Opára.
    The wind faded away as the sound became as a distant rumble. The Wild Boys struck up the opening chords of their hit song written by Steve Thelwell and debuted at the boys' concert in Australia.

We never talk
I forgot how to ride my bike
I no longer walk
Never take a hike
Since I found a new place
Where my friends aren't real
Now I live in cyberspace
If you don't see me on line
That's just fine
Then get out your phone
The robot dog don't need a bone
You know what to do next
Just send me a text
It's all part of this deal
Called technology
(Technology: Lyrics by Paul Walker.)

    The house lights from the wall sconces were slowly brought back up so that old men could find their false teeth and the women could try to locate all of the contents from their spilled purses. The boys in the band occupied front stage right as they played their song followed by another original piece by the band that set the tone of our evening. Jason Russell stood up front to sing, Cried Too Many Tears.

I was just a kid, just a kid
And look at what you did
I had so many fears
All down the years
Look at what you did to me
Because of you, I cried too many tears.
You never let me be just who I am
You just didn't give a damn
I cried too many tears!
(Cried Too Many Tears: Lyrics by Paul Walker.)

    I had my data minded boys check through every room and go over every list. I could not believe how I had mis-calculated in my mind, I had five hundred and seventy two boys on stage to do something that they never thought themselves capable, or worthy of; perform before the head of a nation and over two thousand of his guests.
    I had not let the thirty new boys that had just come to BAW a few days before we left for our journey enter my conscious mind. I had three hundred and nineteen boys from home with me. Add to that sixty boys from BAD and one hundred and sixty eight boys from BAF. Yes in the weeks that I had been there we had added eight new boys as well as the twenty five boys that had been found in the home of Aimé.
    Every sweet dick swinger was on stage, hidden behind the heavy curtains. Forty five of the boys felt themselves without enough talent to appear on the stage so they were serving the vital duty as stage hands, but by the next presentation by any of these groups those boys will be right out there singing their little hearts out with the rest of the students.
    The stage lights dimmed as the curtains were raised to reveal four hundred and seventeen boys, dimly backlit in silhouette, standing on risers. Seated before them was a full complement concert orchestra with members from each of the schools, many playing on borrowed or rented instruments for the single performance. Vaguely veiled pieces from classic libraries had been arranged for the large boys' choir, each with a message about differences.
    I made sure that Toby's and Tyler's difference had places in the orchestra where they would have to keep their mouths shut. Neither boy can carry a tune in a bucket, even when the tune is painted on the inside. I remember what Cas once told me about Tyler, "When he sings in the shower the soap runs out holding its ears." Tyler is a very talented percussionist and was too busy to sing. He does play in our oldest house band, but he is usually pretty good about not singing.

    The Wild Boys quickly moved back to join the others as I walked to stage front, center. I wore a dark suit with the ribbons of the four medals of knighthood from four countries bordered to each side of the United States Freedom medal, and affixed to a ribbon bar over the left pocket of my jacket.
    A spot light shone on me and I spoke into a wireless headset with a low voice. "We would like to welcome each and everyone of you here tonight for a special program to enlighten the world to the plight of many children all over the world. I call these children 'Our throw away society' because, for whatever reason, society has cast them off as not being worth the effort to make them the leaders of tomorrow.
    "The boys that you see on this stage tonight are members of that ever increasing group." Okay, so I stretched it a little because only a few of the Wild Boys are cast offs from their families, but I was not on stage to nit pick. "Most of these boys have been abandoned by their own parents because they do not fit the ideal that those parents have for their sons. It is my distinct honor to know each and every boy that you see, and to know his story.
    I am able to house and educate each boy here, they range from age eight to twenty three. On stage before you are five boys that will graduate from college this year and go on to fill places in society. A place that their families and society believes them incapable and has denied them a chance before now.
    "I have been informed that your generous patronage tonight has brought in over two million dollars, American. Every penny of that money is going to be used to outfit a new school right here in Paris where I have been informed that more than two hundred school age children are sleeping in sewers and back alleys tonight. Many of these children have not had a decent meal in so long that their tiny bodies are suffering diseases brought on by malnutrition.

    "Our music tonight is about unwanted children the world over and I pray that you leave us tonight with a new heart and a desire to help us locate every child in the world and feed them, house them, and educate them. All children are the future of the world, gay, straight, crippled, mentally challenged, red, yellow, black, or white. Everyone is a creation of God and a gift to us, how we accept that gift will shape who that child will become when he grows up." I knew that I was treading on a few toes, France has a large portion of it population that wants all immigrants out of their country, last week.
    I moved slightly toward stage right as the diminutive Jason Russell moved into the beam from the spotlight. He was still wearing his wireless microphone around his head, the clear plastic arm held the actual mic an inch or two from the his lips. Jason had told me that he had a special announcement on behalf of the Wild Boys, both band and crew, I don't always question the boys so I did hope that what Jason was about to say would be appropriate.
    "Les dames bonsoir et gentelmen," he began in flawless French, then continued in English. "We, the members of the Wild Boys band, would like to announce that a donation of one million pounds is being made to the sponsors of this evening's production to be utilized for the development of schools for, what Sir Chris calls, the throw away society." The audience went to their feet as their applause filled the auditorium, the little fart had brought tears to my eyes and more money to the cause than those stuffy people praising the sixteen year old boy.
    By no means do I need their money, I can easily handle any and all expenses a thousand fold, but I want these schools to mean something to the people of the land where they will sit. If the people feel that they are part of the schools then I know that they accept the school and the principals behind them.
    Jason, of course, is no little person in my eyes. I know that he knows that money is not what I need for the lost boys of the world. What Jason does know is that with his public announcement of this gift he has made the guests feel inadequate in their meager little amount of money that they paid to sit before the strongest segment of society in the world and be entertained by them.
    The lights were very bright, but I tried to look out at the heads of people before me and wonder how many of those heads would like to giving head to these sweet meats that they were about to see. As the audience quieted down Jason continued in his soft voice.
    "In addition, each member of the band that you saw here a few minutes ago, would like to do their part with a half a million pound donation of their own." That did it, decorum be hanged, I grabbed the boy and put my arm around his shoulder for a very tight, side by side, hug. The giant man beside me had just added more than seven million US dollars to the development of schools around the world. Jason bowed to the applause and left the stage.
    "I am overcome with emotion, the boys in the band are mostly fifteen and sixteen years old, but they have a heart that beats inside of them that is more mature and gracious than any that I have ever seen." I bowed to the audience.

    Before I could turn to leave Cory, Rod and RD followed Athos from backstage. Athos was in his full dress uniform with twenty pounds of medals hanging over his left breast. Rod was carrying a red velvet pillow that held all four of my awards and a bright red sash. Three of the badges of knighthood are to be worn with a red sash at dress occasions, but I did not consider the concert to be a dress occasion. The British honorarium is worn with a large link gold necklace. That along with three sashes would be ridiculous, but then there are no other current recipients of four such distinguished honors on record.
    The four of them bowed to me then Cory approached and reached inside my jacket to remove the heads of the pins that held the ribbon bar in place. Next he took the medallions from RD's hands and attached each one to my jacket in a diamond pattern.
    The honorarium from Cullen was at the top with the French medal to the center of my breast, the English medal to the outside, and the Romanian award at the bottom of the point. I felt as if I would topple over from the weight. Athos took the red sash and placed it across my right shoulder, extending it across my body to my waist. Next Cory placed a medal about which I never speak around my neck, the Presidential Medal of Freedom—the highest honor that a civilian can receive in the United States. The four of them took one step back then bowed together and backed five paces before turning and going off stage.
    Very quietly Harry and Timmy had stepped in behind me to stand to either side, they were each wearing three medals on ribbons pinned to their jacket's left pocket. England has not recognized my two cohorts in crime.
    Next President Sarkozy stepped out with Vladimir Vladimirovich Putina, the President of the Russian Federation, and King Cullen at his side. Cullen and both Presidents approached me and bowed then President Sarkozy took the microphone and turned to the audience.
    We were appearing at a command performance and it is not customary for the commandee to be on stage, I had no idea what was taking place. Cullen moved close enough to me that I could hear him as he translated what was being said about me. I wanted to run from the stage and hide somewhere.
    First President Putin and King Cullen were introduced to a rousing response from the audience then Cullen was telling me that the story of the slave traders was being told and how we had risked our lives to rescue many children and arrest those persons responsible.
    The patrons were being told that I had opened schools around the world for the children that had been recovered from those people and that the money that had been raised for the concert was going to go toward a school in the heart of Paris. He told the audience that the old juvenile prison and school had been given to me for that new school, but that it was in need of major remodeling to make it safe for children to live there.
    President Sarkozy read the commendation detailing my right to the honor of the Grand-Croix and I learned that I was the fourth highest decorated person in France. The Ordre national de la Legion d'honneur/Grand-Croix is a very coveted and guarded award to the French, no one is given the award lightly. I have a copy of the commendation at home and Cullen has read it, but I forbade him talk to me about it. I didn't do anything except commit atrocious murders.
    Cullen stepped forward and spoke next. I lost my interpreter, but I know that boy, he was talking from his heart and not about anything that I wanted to know about. Cullen stepped back and flipped the switch for his wireless microphone off so that he could tell me what President Putin had to say.
    I was being credited with locating hundreds of children in Russia that had been victims of the slavers and he announced that I had agreed to establish schools in his country for those children. He used the opportunity to award me with a gold star which denotes me A Hero of the Russian Federation—the highest honorary title that can be bestowed on a citizen for deeds that involve conspicuous bravery while in the service of the state.
    He kissed me on both cheeks then stepped back and bowed to me. The other two world leaders bowed to me then the three of them returned back stage. I bowed to the boys.
    Daniil showed us a talent that was sorely needed, he is an excellent musician and served as the conductor. The spot light followed him as he walked across the stage to take his position in front of the amassed choirs. He turned to the audience and bowed in thanks to their polite applause. Then raised his baton for the best music to find its way to my ears in…forever? at least that long.

    I am sorry to tell you that I do not have any tracks for you to listen too. Jimmy had his cameras set up all over the large theater and he had five technicians monitoring them. We have some terrific footage with excellent sound tracks, but I can not embed sounds in the pure HTML format that is needed to post this story in this forum. I will have to beg your indulgence, if you wish to hear some of these songs then here are links to other venues of other groups singing, just close your eyes try to imagine my fag choir as you listen to these sweet boys sing for you.
    The boys showed what a real boys' choir they really are as they belted out a litany of old favorites Alright, I will admit that not all of our presentation was original. When I was shown this You Tube clip of John Williams conducting an orchestra and choir I knew that the boys were correct, that would be the way we would present our opening piece, Exsultate; (Jacob Handl). As the orchestra began to play fifty of our youngest voices filed into the theater, singing as they came. They took their place at stage front and filled the air with melodious tones of angelic quality.
    As the orchestra led into the next number the fifty boys quietly moved behind the orchestra to stand amongst the main group and showed those assembled what a mastery they have of the world's finest music. Their repertoire included such favorites as, Im Schönsten WiesengrundeIn the most beautiful meadow reason, Aurelius SängerknabenAurelius singer boy. Beautiful boys' choir pieces followed by the Augsburger DomsingknabenAugsburger cathedral boy's choir. RD wowed the audience with his rich tenor voice as he sang Puccini's; Nessun Dorma. Brice Foorgate joined RD to sing the soprano part of Lauretta, pleading with her father to allow her to marry.
    Suo Gan, with Jourdain Lobb as the soloist. This piece is a Welsh lullaby sung by a mother to her sleepy child, but the song is beautiful when sung in a clear boy soprano's voice.
    After forty minutes of music our featured soloist stepped on stage. King Cullen was instantly recognized as he took stage center. He bowed low to the audience then spoke in a loud, clear voice. "I am young to be a King. I am also very fortunate that I have not been totally sheltered, I have seen first hand a side of life that I am going to try to change, wherever and whenever I can. This song speaks to my heart, as I hope it will to yours." With that he began to sing the song from the musical, OliverWhere Is Love. His voice filled the room and everywhere could be seen the wiping of tears from eyes as his angelic chords touched every heart present.

Where is Love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
that I've been dreaming of?
Where is he,
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello"
That's meant for only me?

Who can say where he may hide?
Must I travel far and wide,
Till I am beside the someone who,
I can mean something to?
Where, where is love?
Every night I kneel and pray
Let tomorrow be the day,
When I see the face of someone who
I can mean something to.
Where, where is Love?

by Lionel Bart
gender changes by me

    After a standing ovation and two encores the house lights came up for the intermission. Jason Russell introduced me to a new boy that had not come to the coronation with the band because of problems with his family as his father tried to place him in a school operated by their religious cult. Justin had broken away from the cult's teachings after he had tried to bully Collette in the hallways of his school. Jason had gotten into the boy's face and told him that he would go to the office and have him expelled, unless…Jason liked the way the boy played the flute and I know that he hoped that the cute kid would play his skin flute too.
    The end result was that Justin used his computer to search out information about transgendered people like Collette. While he was on-line he also looked at sites that made him realize that the religious cult was not teaching things that were necessarily true. That resulted in a confrontation with his father and the man tried to have his son locked away. Liam got involved and told his father who, in turn, called the child services. A social worker interceded and Liam's father was granted temporary custody of Justin.
    We had a special show arranged for the intermission. It was going to be difficult with people rushing in and out to the restrooms, but we went with it. After a short interlude to allow people to realize that it was intermission time Alexei Putin took the microphone at center stage to narrate the story of Peter and the Wolf (written by Sergéi Prokofiev)
    The piece was written by the composer for his son who wanted to learn the story of the wolf without having to read it or listen to it again. Peter and the Wolf is scored for flute, oboe, clarinet in A, bassoon, 3 horns, trumpet, trombone, timpani, triangle, tambourine, cymbals, castanets, snare drum, bass drum and strings.
    Each character in the story has a particular instrument and a musical theme, or leitmotif :
Bird: flute — Duck: oboe — Cat: clarinet — Grandfather: bassoon — Wolf: 3 French horns — Hunters (gunshots): timpani and bass drum (The hunters' theme is actually introduced by the woodwinds) — Peter: string instruments
    We were happy to have Justin join the orchestra to play a very important part for our intermission number, the part of the bird. Alec Thomas plays the tenor saxophone, but was willing to try to play the oboe and he did a very good job in the part of the duck. We had no bassoon and that part is pivotal to the story. A quick trip to a local music store found what was needed, Tim Mark loves to play the soprano saxophone, but he volunteered to try the extra long red licorice stick, he was amazing as the grandfather. Günther, from BAD, plus Jori and Marin, from BAF, played the French horns' part of the wolf while Tyler and a boy by the name of Pons did the gunshots on their drums. All of the boys were amazing in their roles, I never cease to be amazed by my men.
    Alexei was chosen for his deep voice and very thick Russian accent. Listen to him tell the story:

    Peter, a young boy, lives with his grandfather in the Russian countryside. One day Peter goes out into the meadow, leaving the garden gate open, and the duck that lives in the yard takes the opportunity to go swimming on the nearby pond. She starts arguing with a little bird, "What kind of bird are you if you can't fly?"
    "What kind of bird are you if you can't swim?"
    Peter's pet cat sneaks up on them, and the bird - warned by Peter - flies into a tall tree while the duck swims to safety in the middle of the pond.
    Peter's grumpy grandfather scolds Peter for being outside in the meadow ("Suppose a wolf came out of the forest?"), takes him back into the house and locks the gate. Shortly afterwards "a big, grey wolf" does indeed come out of the woods. The cat quickly climbs into the tree, but the duck, who has excitedly jumped out of the pond, is chased, overtaken and gulped down by the wolf.
    Peter fetches a rope and climbs over the garden wall into the tree. He asks the bird to fly around the wolf's head to distract him, while he lowers a noose and catches the wolf by his tail. The wolf struggles to get free, but Peter ties the rope to the tree and the noose only gets tighter.
    Some hunters, who have been tracking the wolf, come out of the forest ready to shoot, but Peter gets them to help him take the wolf to the zoo in a victory parade that includes himself, the bird, the hunters leading the wolf, the cat and grumpy grumbling Grandfather ("What if Peter hadn't caught the wolf? What then?").
    In the story's ending, the listener is told that "if you listen very carefully, you'd hear the duck quacking inside the wolf's belly, because the wolf in his hurry had swallowed her alive."

    The poor audience could not decide if they had to go take a pee break or sit and fidget as they listened. The intermission lasted for twenty minutes so that everybody had a chance to go, but they quickly returned to hear the orchestra play. When the story was complete the boys played on with a collage of the music to fill the space of time. Of course the boys needed a break themselves. Those that could be spared from the main production had taken their break then quietly returned to their seats to take up the filler while the rest of the orchestra members slipped away for a ten minute break. I was impressed with the smoothness that the boys managed, there was no disruption or disturbance, of course the audience themselves were in motion so any movement in the pit was not a problem.

    During the intermission two grand pianos were moved to stage front center. To hold the attention of the audience away from the commotion of people moving about, and the stage crew, Justin walked up to a microphone at stage right and began to play a seven minute solo number that surprised everyone of us. I looked at Jason who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me. Justin had the stage and there was still time left in the intermission, we let him play. I was impressed that the small boy was able to stay focused with all that was going on around him, but he showed a true professional showman's spirit.
    I quietly went out and sat between Ryan Miller and Bobby Feldman. I had been correct, those two faggots didn't even know that Ryan's boys knew what a piano was.
    As the house lights went down the spotlights were on the pianos, there was a long pause before three and a half feet of boy stepped through the curtains and walked across the stage followed by his brother that was fractions of an inch taller.
    The boys mounted their benches and looked over the pianos at each other. Bart had trouble getting his feet on the small platform so that he could operate the pedals. Once settled the boys nodded to each other and moved everybody in the audience to their highest attention level.
    Ryan nearly came up out of his seat, his mouth dropped open and he looked at me, I smiled at him, he had tears in his eyes. I pointed to the printed program in his hand. The first piece after the intermission was simply entitled, Sonata in D major for two pianos-Allegro con spirito; Mozart. There were no names of any of the boys on the program, having them in a semi-public setting was unnerving enough for me.

    As the stage crew removed the pianos Cal Eastman took stage right and brought everybody to their feet with his violin solo accompanied by another young piano prodigy, twelve year old Willie Wilson. The youngsters had composed a piece that they called The Dueling Duo, I am going to have them record that piece for the whole world to hear.
    We have three bands in the family and BAF has one large band. The boys from BAD have a small band, but they needed tubas and accordions, I didn't want a polka band for this performance, but the boys fitted in nicely with the main orchestra. Of course I was diplomatic and explained our time constraints, they bought that excuse, I think.
    Next my own little garage bands began to play a series of our household favorite hits from Queen. I only hope that no one gets upset over the amount of time that they took to play. They started with a ground pounding rendition of; We Will Rock YouWritten by Brian May.
    One of our married couples, Jerry Thompson and Tim Mark, faced each other and held hands as they sang a piece that they co-wrote.

From the beginning I knew that I was alone
I was unloved within my home.
I hid myself and shied away
I knew no one saw life my way.

I never felt that there was love for me
I was sure that no one could ever care.
When I met you my life was changed
Now I have true love eternal for my very own.

    They continued to hold hands as they faced each other and stood quietly. The band began to play the first verse of the Queen hit; You're My Best FriendWritten by John Deacon:

        (An excerpt)
Oh, you're the best friend
That I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine
And I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
(ooh) oh, you're my best friend

    Next Jan sang; I Want To Break Free Written by John Deacon.

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

    Jay and Brad sang the next two verses to each other in duet:

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love

It's strange, but it's true
Hey, I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free

    Jimmy played the solo on the old Yamaha five string bass that he first took up when our first band began to play. Then the band members took up the final stanzas.

But life still goes on
I can't get used to living without, living without
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see
I've got to break free

I've got to break free
I want to break free, yeah
I want, I want, I want, I want to break free
Ooh yeah
I want to break - yeah eah

    Then the small band played Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy Written by Freddie Mercury—with Cory singing the lead.

        (An excerpt)
Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And tell me how do you feel right after-all
I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word - your wish is my command

    Lew Casper showed his skill with the guitar as he played the solo riff between the sixth and seventh stanzas.

    The next rousing song was an arrangement of the Queen hit; Somebody to Love Written by Freddie Mercury, that was performed by soloist Turner Youngman with the amassed choir comprised of all of the boys from the three schools. (Everytime I hear this piece I see penguins standing around singing. See the movie Happy Feet)
    The last piece before the finalé was We Are The Champions Written by Freddie Mercury.
    A favorite movie in our house is Walt Disney's Newsies. That movie has a song that my guys sing constantly, a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDGQmYj_u9o" target="_blank">Arise and Seize the Day Music by Alan Menken, Lyrics by Jack Feldman. The song has become their rally cry for Gay Rights and I was happy that it was chosen as the closing song for the Paris concert.
    The lights were faded up from a dim blue as the older boys quietly began to sing in their deepest voices. As the song slowly crescendoed toward the end of the opening verse boys all about the stage began their own junk yard band with the rhythm of the song being played on bottles, tin cans, and plastic buckets. This played on until the amassed bands struck the first note and the entire student body of all of the schools and the college boys sang the entire piece. Slowly the main group moved back to form a semi-circle at stage front-center and twenty boys moved into that area for a rousing choreographed dance routines.
    Vadik stepped forward for a solo of the first verse as the boys moved close then the massed choir joined in. The song went through six total repeats as groups of boys took stage-center to strut their stuff in dance.

Open the gates and seize the day
Don't be afraid and don't delay
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away
Arise and seize the day

Open the gates and seize the day
Don't be afraid and don't delay
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away
Arise and seize the day

Now is the time to seize the day (Now is the time to seize the day)
Send out the call and join the fray (Send out the call and join the fray)
Wrongs will be righted
If we're united
Let us seize the day

Friends of the friendless, seize the day (Friends of the friendless, seize the day)
Raise up the torch and light the way (Raise up the torch and light the way)
Proud and defiant
We'll slay the giant
Let us seize the day

Neighbor to neighbor
Father to son
One for all and all for one

Open the gates and seize the day (open the gates and seize the day)
Don't be afraid and don't delay (don't be afraid and don't delay)
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away

Neighbor to neighbor
Father to son
One for all and all for one!
Seize the Day

    The audience seemed mixed to the message that was presented. The performance was perfect and appreciated, but the gay theme was a bit much, even for Gay Parie. Of course a lot could be said about it being almost ten PM when the final chords ceased to echo from the walls, maybe everyone was just tired.

So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction?
Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com
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