It seems like the world is slowly dying Slowly coming to an end No one seems to care I know that everything comes to a close At least that’s what people say But I believe that nothing ends When people die They are just starting their new beginning When forests catch on fire The trees just want to give a show There’s always going to be destruction But if you work hard And laugh everyday And do your very best You can always change something You can always make a difference You just have to try And dig a little deeper.

I walked back into my studio apartment and thought what? I never actually thought “magic” was real. But I’ve always wondered that maybe it was. I went to bed that night thinking about the school and if it was real or just some cruel joke one of my alcoholic neighbors was pulling on me. ‘I really want it to be real but its probably not. Anything I ever want never happens.’ The next morning I woke to a knock on my door. I got up as my doorknob slowly started turning. I stared at the red headed, 6 foot tall man. I knew I looked like a mess, but what did he expect? I just rolled out of bed and it was 6:30 in the morning. “What the f*** are you doing!! Get out!” “You received the letter, right? We were expecting you to show last night.” I stared at him with complete bewilderment. Chuckling I responded “I didn’t think it was real.” “Why not?” “Because who believes in magic anymore?” I could’ve sworn I saw a little sadness in his eyes. “While that’s true, we know that you believe in it and that is why we sent you the invitation, so please, Rose Wyatt, come with me.” Should I do it?

The exhausted performer Looked at the crumpled pamphlet Finally realizing what it was featuring There was a lady or maybe a really thin man that looked like a lady Standing behind a mirror? A curtain? Who knows? With a sigh the performer crumpled the pamphlet into a ball and flicked it out of his mind His head was pounding The withdrawal of the six bottles of beer was finally starting to kick in He hated this part of drinking But secretly, he also loved that he was able to feel something again