I could finally see it – The Great Hall. My car halted in front of the No Entry sign.
The associate from The Great Hall held the door open, as I got out from the car. I walked up the stairs and stood in front of the black doors, where the manager was waiting for me.
“Welcome, sir. I hope your trip was comfortable.”
I nodded at the manager.
“Very good, sir. It is an honour to have you here for The Symphony. Very few individuals are privy to the privilege of even stepping a foot beyond the no entry mark.”
I gave him a stern look.
“I know.”
He was confused by the hostility I resonated. After all, how could he have known I knew about this accursed privilege only too well. How could he have known that I had seen my very own father beaten within an inch of death at these very steps, just because he was fetching his little son’s football. I remember it all too well.
After tonight’s performance, everyone’ll know.
Word Count: 175
Prompts:
Word of the Day Challenge “Symphony”
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