Observation Thirteen:

The church’s familiarity was still intact to her, feeling the sensation of the holy water from the tip of her fingers, the dark entry hall covered with a dirtied, red carpet and the solemn sounds coming from the loudspeakers. It was Good Friday. It was the Catholic’s obligation to mourn over the death of Jesus Christ. Despite that, it was like any other day. The sun still shined, the birds still chirped and everyone still continued on with their daily lives. Following a religion is a peculiar experience – it would be extreme to say that it was a false and blinded belief, but to be obligated to be sad over a saint that had died millions of years ago, having never met them at the same time. It is an odd tradition but nonetheless, fuels the faith of religion.

Observation Fourteen:

In order to play an instrument, one must be musically inclined or at least know how to follow the rhythm and create a beat. This drummer was so hyper-aware of the ordering of each and every instrument that he was effortlessly in sync with the rest of the band. There were moments in between where he would pause, waiting for the right moment to get right back in. Even the subtlest of actions, such as not letting the cymbals echo for too long, the egg shaker in sync with certain songs. He did not seem to mind not getting the attention, still putting as much effort as he could into the performance.