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"Why don't we rewrite the stars? If we could build our way to the other side Perhaps we could realise a million dreams for us But even then it's still never enough."
BY A THREAD
VOLTRON [SHOWMAN AU]
COMING SOON
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HE STANDS WITH a smile on his face, his hat shadowing his face.And with a triumphant laugh, he leaps into the ring.He sings with all his heart, letting the notes flow out with as much passion as his voice can muster. He kicks up sawdust with his feet, standing in front of his troupe, and he pulls off his hat, flings his arms open wide, and as the darkened ring lights up, he sings with all his heart, letting the notes flow out with as much passion as his voice can muster."Where it's covered in all the coloured lights, Where the runaways are running the nightImpossible comes true, it's taking over youThis is the greatest show!"He can feel his heart bursting with joy, euphoria lighting up his world like nothing else, and everything... everything is beautiful.The golden glow of the light on his audience's face, the cacophony of voices as his troupe sings with him. their voices an amalgation of rough notes and shivering beauty, the clouds of sawdust billowing up in the ring, the spin of the dancers, the heat of the sparklers.The whoosh as the dark-skinned boy flows up into the air, his arms spread wide against the roof like wings, singing out with all he has, his eyes burning bright blue against everything else around him, alight with joy.The swish of the young girl's cape as she capers back and forth, the brown hair that frames her face bouncing, cheeks pink with exhilaration.The bold steps of the dancer, his black hair a sharp contrast to the bright lights, moving with a gracefulness he does not possess in normal life, every movement performed with a confident flair and a jubilated smile.The sanguine flowing movement of the flame breather, his ginger hair a fiery torch in the darkness, confidence shining out of his every movement, and a self-assured skill.He sweeps to the centre of the ring, a spotlight shining down on him. He does not wince at the bright light as he should, only smiles brighter and brighter.
This is my dream.
It's coming true.