So, as I said in an earlier post, my town is having its literary festival and today we went to a thing called Poetry Alive in the upstairs of our library. Now, what the performers of Poetry Alive do is read poetry from the inside out; in other words, they act the poem as they recite it. At the beginning of the workshop, we got to watch Josh and Val act out The Duel by Eugene Field. This was extremely entertaining. Next, they went over some performance pointers, and then my sisters, their friend Katie, and I got to act out a simple poem. (we were, strangely enough, the only people there, besides the Poetry Alive people and my mom). It was ridiculously fun; so much that we're going to try acting out one of my poems. After the workshop, we went to the local coffee shop, where I had an amazing rosemary olive oil bagel and an equally delicious snickerdoodle latte. Then we went back to the library to watch another Poetry Alive performance. Now, the actual library was closed at this time; only the upstairs was accessible, as the second set of doors leading into the library was locked. Upstairs there is a balcony overlooking the downstairs area. After the performance was over, some of the girls had to go to the bathroom, so I hung out at the balcony, sliding one of my legs through the railing as I imagined myself as a ninja swinging over the rails and hopping and sliding down to the empty library below to grab a book. Then my flip flop fell off. Down to the floor of the closed library. *face palm* I considered executing my previous ninja fantasy, but opted not to since my mom would likely kill me, if I didn't kill myself. I was in the middle of writing a "please save my flip flop" note to slide under the door for the librarian, when at the top of the stairs appeared... *heroic music*...the librarian! She mercifully unlocked the doors so I could retrieve that random black flip flop from the middle of the floor, and it and my right foot embraced one another.
The End.
And the librarian saves the day! People underestimate them haha. That was a thrilling story. And your festival sounds awesome. If I were there with you we would definetly act out a poem. That would be so much fun! Until then, I must go put some anti-itch cream on some rather nasty moquito bites. Over and Out!
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