Chapter Twenty: A Call of the Fellows

They weren't supposed to have heard it, but they did. It was a beautiful song, pure, and salvational. A masterpiece of the art form.

The lyrics was very meaningful as well, and the melody was too good. It was abundantly soothing to the soul, more than therapeutic.

The music was coming from a distance, from a far away place that is certain to exist, the tune was almost perfect in composition, and the orchestration was divine. It was a perfect rhythm, unmistakenly written specifically for the glorious artistic expression of an evolving practice of theatre.

Ah, yes. The musical theatre that was made to innovate the perfect new treatment of playwriting, done in a very artful way contained in a book of a musical portraying emotions, of grace, of sentiments, and the never ending conveyance of fruitful dialogues done in the inherent message of the wonder of songs. Music tingles the strings attached to the sensitivities of the soul. It sustains the non-stop beating of the heart that immortalizes the human condition, in order to make living this fragile life worthwhile.

It is only through these means that the rhythm needs to be heard, no matter how faint or weak, but only to be noticed by the sensitive ears that listens to the justification of love. The good or the bad, and the means it shall dwell in the center of the spiritual longings, are all wrapped in the drama and comfort of a song.

It was the evolution of the Playwright.

Although the same writer ultimately becomes a Dramatist, nothing else about the impossible bond changed over time other than the substantive effect of the word of honor. The play itself speak, and the musical, meanwhile, sings the earthly songs. Both of the same significance in the perfect attempt.

The human condition did not substantively change with it, unfortunately, albeit gradually the presence of the musical theatre deeply reflected the glory and survival of the importance of human life, a precious gift and the ultimate reason why sacrifice is needing, and the plight of the soul to be truly bearable.

With all these songs and melody, it is safe to conclude that it was grace that the Boondocks Scientific Trust was able to make clear the premise in the scientific elucidation of the strength of songs and praises, everything with the same effect that also sustains the choirs of Angels.

The Fellows are no longer safe. The Legendary Spies are on a mission, too. Death awaits in this holy war.

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