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To this day, I feel indebted to that teacher, for without his encouragement, I would have given up writing.
In any case, as this was written for a simulated oral exam, and thus elaborate analysis, I did what I could to place many layers of meaning into this, even if I don't nearly understand them all.
Some people have told me that this is not a story, but a situation. To me, this is a situation that tells not one, but many stories.
Translation of the Latin lines:
(1) Between God and the Devil there is always music.
(2) Between life and death there is always emotion/passion/love.","writing":"[u]Music[/u]\n\n\nLoud music filled the dimly lit room and drowned out all other noise. Colorful rays of light drew intricate patterns in the haze. The stench of sweat and drinks lingered in the stifling air. A chaotic mass of limbs and bodies writhed on the dance floor.\n\nHe cared not. Turning away from the dance floor, he stared down into his glass, and his distorted reflection stared back at him. Wretched as he was, he could not bear it for long and closed his eyes, taking another deep draft.\n\nWhat had brought him there? How did he end up like that? He barely remembered. But all that mattered little with the music beating a violent rhythm upon his aching head. If only it could drown out the noise of his heart.\n\nLifting his glass to his eyes, he stared at the cubes of ice in it and right through them. He wanted to drop the glass, throw it away, smash it against the wall just to hear it burst, have the high-pitched chime pierce his ears and right to his soul.\n\nIt was always the same.\n\n[i]Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.(1)[/i]\n\nCalmly he put his glass back on the counter, taking a deep breath. Memories flooded over him. It had been this very place it all began. It had been this very place it all ended. Here he had first met her. Here he had last seen her.\n\nHe could still clearly remember; remember everything she had given to him. Her soft smile, filling his heart with delight; her laughter, sweet chime to his ear and soul; her gentle touch, taking away his misery. She had bestowed manifold blessings upon him he could never hope to return.\n\nTogether they had endured the blows of fate, together they had enjoyed fortune’s smile. They had shared pain and pleasure, joy and sadness, day and night. He had been her guardian, and she had been his healer.\n\nShe had enchanted and entrapped him. He had lost everything to her, his heart, mind and soul, even his body. And then he had lost her.\n\nIt was always the same.\n\n[i]Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.[/i]\n\nWith a heavy sigh he turned away from the counter and his memories, away from vain attempts to forget. Nothing could replace what had been lost, and oblivion was not easily gained. He could only mask the loss.\n\nHis gaze wandered across the dance floor, across the dancing crowd. United by rhythm, one body blurred into the other, until they moved as one creature, turning, twisting, writhing with ecstasy or torture.\n\nThe music changed, and the beast disappeared, separated into a multitude of beings, each as terrifying to behold. Radiant wings surrounded some, bathing them in eternal light searing his mortal eyes. Halos of shadow obscured others, hiding their form and turning them into hideous abominations of pure darkness.\n\nAngels faced demons in the ever shifting tides of battle none could win.\n\nHe knew his eyes were making a fool of him. They had always been since she had left.\n\nIt was always the same.\n\n[i]Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.[/i]\n\nThe battle ceased, and where moments ago chaos had reigned, a lone woman emerged, a lithe panthress clad in flowing white silks. Spiting the driving rhythm of the music and the wild motion around her, she slowly moved towards him with matchless grace.\n\nNo shadow fell upon her face, no light blinded him as he looked upon her. The music became a distant echo, the weariness of his body drifted away from him, and all his misery was forgotten as he beheld her beauty.\n\nHer features hardly known to him, yet somehow familiar, he could not turn his eyes away. The world around him was but a distant shadow, only the lady standing in front of him and inviting him for a dance with an outstretched hand was real.\n\nUnable to resist, he took her hand, and the last weariness passed away from him.\n\nFinally he remembered when he had seen her before, a smile playing across his lips. He would gain what he had lost.\n\nIt would again be the same.\n\n[i]Inter vitam et mortem semper affectus est.(2)[/i]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Music
Loud music filled the dimly lit room and drowned out all other noise. Colorful rays of light drew intricate patterns in the haze. The stench of sweat and drinks lingered in the stifling air. A chaotic mass of limbs and bodies writhed on the dance floor.
He cared not. Turning away from the dance floor, he stared down into his glass, and his distorted reflection stared back at him. Wretched as he was, he could not bear it for long and closed his eyes, taking another deep draft.
What had brought him there? How did he end up like that? He barely remembered. But all that mattered little with the music beating a violent rhythm upon his aching head. If only it could drown out the noise of his heart.
Lifting his glass to his eyes, he stared at the cubes of ice in it and right through them. He wanted to drop the glass, throw it away, smash it against the wall just to hear it burst, have the high-pitched chime pierce his ears and right to his soul.
It was always the same.
Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.(1)
Calmly he put his glass back on the counter, taking a deep breath. Memories flooded over him. It had been this very place it all began. It had been this very place it all ended. Here he had first met her. Here he had last seen her.
He could still clearly remember; remember everything she had given to him. Her soft smile, filling his heart with delight; her laughter, sweet chime to his ear and soul; her gentle touch, taking away his misery. She had bestowed manifold blessings upon him he could never hope to return.
Together they had endured the blows of fate, together they had enjoyed fortune’s smile. They had shared pain and pleasure, joy and sadness, day and night. He had been her guardian, and she had been his healer.
She had enchanted and entrapped him. He had lost everything to her, his heart, mind and soul, even his body. And then he had lost her.
It was always the same.
Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.
With a heavy sigh he turned away from the counter and his memories, away from vain attempts to forget. Nothing could replace what had been lost, and oblivion was not easily gained. He could only mask the loss.
His gaze wandered across the dance floor, across the dancing crowd. United by rhythm, one body blurred into the other, until they moved as one creature, turning, twisting, writhing with ecstasy or torture.
The music changed, and the beast disappeared, separated into a multitude of beings, each as terrifying to behold. Radiant wings surrounded some, bathing them in eternal light searing his mortal eyes. Halos of shadow obscured others, hiding their form and turning them into hideous abominations of pure darkness.
Angels faced demons in the ever shifting tides of battle none could win.
He knew his eyes were making a fool of him. They had always been since she had left.
It was always the same.
Inter deum et diabolum semper musica est.
The battle ceased, and where moments ago chaos had reigned, a lone woman emerged, a lithe panthress clad in flowing white silks. Spiting the driving rhythm of the music and the wild motion around her, she slowly moved towards him with matchless grace.
No shadow fell upon her face, no light blinded him as he looked upon her. The music became a distant echo, the weariness of his body drifted away from him, and all his misery was forgotten as he beheld her beauty.
Her features hardly known to him, yet somehow familiar, he could not turn his eyes away. The world around him was but a distant shadow, only the lady standing in front of him and inviting him for a dance with an outstretched hand was real.
Unable to resist, he took her hand, and the last weariness passed away from him.
Finally he remembered when he had seen her before, a smile playing across his lips. He would gain what he had lost.
It would again be the same.
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