Feelings Burnt to Ash

All around me…all I could hear were screams.Not the bad screams though, like the scary screams you hear when something horrible is going on.They were more like, screams of excitement.“Cyrus, are you sure this isn’t too intense for the poor boy?” one of my dad’s friends asked, referring to ten-year-old me perched atop of my dad’s shoulders.Dad just gave a hard laugh and replied, “nonsense! My boy is doing just fine. Hey, how are you holding up there, kiddo?”“…” I didn’t say anything, I just kept staring at the source of all the screams.I just kept watching the performance on the center of the stage.