Watch President Obama and you will see the embodiment of charisma. There is something about him that draws you in, makes you hang on every word he says.
Rock stars have it too, that very same something.
It’s hard to put a finger on what exactly it is, but whatever it is, I don’t have it. I have too many characteristics that get in the way and not enough of the magic.
Tonight, I wanted to capture charisma even for just one moment, even for just one song. That’s right, I played ‘charismatic karaoke rock star’.
The last time I did karaoke I did it as myself. This time, I did it as the original singer of the song I chose, watching him in my head as I sang, doing what he did, feeling what I imagined he felt. Mic in hand, I put on my slickest, smoothest voice, grabbed control of the stage, and invited the audience into the heart of the song.
Did I actually exude charisma? I don’t know. But I felt free, sure, strong, passionate as I imagined myself as a rock star.
It makes me wonder if charisma is something you’re born with or something you can learn. I wonder… What do you think?
She had been walking along the tracks for days. It was the only way she could maintain any sense of direction. She had no idea where they led, but there was nothing else to point her to any place other than here.
The noonday sun beat down. She reached into her bag and took out a shirt to shield her eyes. She could only see a few feet in front of her. Then again, there wasn’t much else to look at.
Track, track, more track. Her eyes grew heavy. Just a little farther and she would take a break.
In the midst of the brightness and her fading energy, she suddenly felt a different sensation beneath her feet. She stopped and looked down. Shoes. Sand. Tracks- no tracks, they had come to an end. She had arrived somewhere.
She looked around. Her surroundings were the same they had been the whole journey- sand, sand, more sand. One vast expanse.
Now what? No path, no tracks, no landmarks, or sign posts.
No time to waste on tears or analysis. She stepped into the vast, choosing a direction at random and carried on, one foot in front of the other.
If only she would have looked beyond the surface, she would have noticed the gilded steps within reach above, leading to life in another dimension.
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