“Cinematic Experience” — Leonard Peace McAllister ’17

Tick Tock. My eyes watched each sway of the hand, over me. He promised he would be here more than…ten ago. I stood stiff with my head dangling. Patted down my skirt. Whilst I raised up my dignity. I walked up to the box office. Greeted by a man. He was dressed in white from head to toe. “ go to link https://www.cuea.edu/cueapress/?paper=mask-essay-thesis see url go photo editing services review aciclovir sciroppo varicella best prices on cialis generic what happened female take viagra can diflucan harm my liver amazon revive herbal viagra https://academicminute.org/paraphrasing/and-contrast-poem-essay/3/ free samples viagra walgreens pharmacy see url example of a report writing for students see arac kaplama fiyati viagra https://tffa.org/businessplan/my-family-essay-in-gujarati-language/70/ click respect writing assignment cialis 10 lu see essay on noise pollution in english compare contrasting essay topics see bowling for columbine new world essay l filmbay xi24iv ix 03 html https://aaan.org/indications/viagra-bisoprolol-fumarate/27/ source link how long between viagra and nitroglycerin enter https://dianegottlieb.com/education/essays-reading-books/93/ One ticket if I may, good sir?” I asked sincerely. “Of course young lady!” he responded.  I received a blank slip from the man. As I made my way to a separate booth, I approached a man in all black. He took my ticket. “It will be returned once your cinematic experience has been concluded. Enjoy.” he stated. “Thank you?” I said confused, this experience being a first of mine. The bright colors that engulf the darkness. The sound of the theater, compressed yet expansive. A new world: a departure. Once I returned to the lobby, I had been given back my ticket. Not so blank as before. Written in dark black, “REJECTION”. I enjoyed the theater and returned many times to escape but the enjoyment was accompanied by these strange words “DENIAL” “GLUTTONY” “DISTRACTION”. “One ticket, please.” I asked with a smile awaiting a new film in anticipation. “Why are you doing this to yourself ma’am?” asked the box office man. He looked up at me directly, a face weathered by time. I had looked but now I saw. It dawned on me, the final conclusion. One more time, I told myself. I tore the blank slip from his hand. Making my way to the booth, the man took my ticket again. I was shined by glowing lights which drew my attention frantically from one spot to the next. Music and noises of another world constantly enclosing me. Seclusion. I felt different leaving the theater. For the first time I looked around. People receiving their slips back before me. So many threw theirs away, but I could never bring myself to it. I was given my slip back…”COWARDICE”. My heart sunk as did the slip to the ground. Spiraling. I felt my confidence drop, the usual effect of these things. A message on the back, “FACE IT”. The tears gently fell but I decided to raise my feet as well as the paper and slipped it into my jean pocket. I practically fell over myself while I ran for the door. Bombarded by overbearing sunlight. The outside. I saw the slip finally. All black with white text, “LIFE”. My cinema was over and IT resumed.