Prompt #11-  Make a creative art piece with a ticket stub based off of how the show made you FEEL.
As soon as I read this I thought in one single thing: Rain.
I don’t have many tickets. When I go to the teather I always lost them, unless is something really cool, something like big and awesome. 
When Rain finishided and I was waiting for my mom outside the teather, I looked in my wallet and I found the ticket. I knew I would never lost it. I would never forget it. I still remember wath I was wearing that day. I went alone, because we didn’t have money, and my mom wanted me to sit in the first line. But I didn’t mind went alone. If Cirque Eloize ever come back to my city I would tell all my friends, even if they don’t like teather. I’d tell everybody to go, and I’d go again.
That little paper doll, is suposed to be me. I’m not even blonde, and I don’t wear glasses, but, let’s imgine.
I think thats how I felt. Like, in another world. In a world like Rain. The stars are like all the magic (and the magick too), all the happyness, all the mysteries in that show. Everything I liked about the show, even those things I don’t even have words to discrive. Like the feeling when I saw the rain pouring down. That’s wath the little origami stars means.

Prompt #11-  Make a creative art piece with a ticket stub based off of how the show made you FEEL.


As soon as I read this I thought in one single thing: Rain.

I don’t have many tickets. When I go to the teather I always lost them, unless is something really cool, something like big and awesome. 

When Rain finishided and I was waiting for my mom outside the teather, I looked in my wallet and I found the ticket. I knew I would never lost it. I would never forget it. I still remember wath I was wearing that day. I went alone, because we didn’t have money, and my mom wanted me to sit in the first line. But I didn’t mind went alone. If Cirque Eloize ever come back to my city I would tell all my friends, even if they don’t like teather. I’d tell everybody to go, and I’d go again.

That little paper doll, is suposed to be me. I’m not even blonde, and I don’t wear glasses, but, let’s imgine.

I think thats how I felt. Like, in another world. In a world like Rain. The stars are like all the magic (and the magick too), all the happyness, all the mysteries in that show. Everything I liked about the show, even those things I don’t even have words to discrive. Like the feeling when I saw the rain pouring down. That’s wath the little origami stars means.