Theatrical Muse 213 - Sorrow

"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it."


There’s enough sorrow in your world, all right, but I don’t invent it. I don’t even cause it, as a rule. It’s the humans who fill their plates with it – you wouldn’t believe how many ways they have to hurt each other. Some of it’s even accidental. It’s the humans who seem to feel that they can’t get enough of it, too.

They pile on the sorrow all day and then – you know what they do when they finish work? They turn on the TV or they go out to a show, and what do you think they see? Kitchen sink dramas, tragedies and tear-jerkers, weepies. Plays where the heroine commits suicide or her guy takes drugs, abandoned babies, wars and whores and chain saw massacres. That’s just when they sit watching a show.

Now, a lot of them go on this new Internet thing, and what do they do? They write. They invent sorrow, they write “hurt/comfort” and angst, (and the porn, of course. It ain’t all bad.)

I don’t make your sorrows. You do that yourselves, every way that you can, and then you bury it all down deep. My magic just helps it to surface, though I may give you a tune and a rhyme or two to help things along. Once it’s up and singing along with you then you just handle it any way you can - but don’t get too near a microphone. Even if you don’t get a real hot number there are plenty of your own who’ll hand you some amplification, if they hear you singing those blues too sadly.

Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words; 265.

OOC

There is difficult internet access. My Mun/typist also has a fractured right elbow and other gloomy injuries - and wasn't even dancing when it happened!