Mathew turned around, walked down the main aisle, and went to his favorite chair in front of the stage. There were only three hours left for his new piece, 'Blue Butterflies', to be performed on stage. The Opera house was empty as the ballet dancers, singers, and the orchestra were rehearsing in the nearby National Theatre.
“The last one, sweetheart. I promise.”
Tears of joy flooded Mathew’s cheeks as he experienced a white diamond and blue sapphire light lifting him from his chair.
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“Hello, Mathew. Surprised to see me?”
Mathew was in a deep state of shock, struggling to respond as he tried to make sense of what had happened to him.
“You thought you could just dig out all of my works, present them as your masterpieces, and call it quits”, continued the female voice dressed in a beautiful purple dress.
“Angie?” whispered Mathew, shaking from head to toes.
“I told you we’ll meet again when the time has come, didn’t I? Please escort my little brother to the dining table. We need to talk privately before he experiences his last work on Earth.”
Two gorgeous white sentient beings lifted Mathew on what looked like a diamond-shaped cloud and guided him to a large table with wonderful food.
“You always liked pears, Mathew. I bet you’ll love these ones. They are juicy and so delicious.”
Mathew couldn’t stop staring at Angie as his entire body was shaking frenetically.
Angie lifted her right hand and drew an octahedron around Mathew, infused it with a golden frequency, and let it spin for a few seconds.
“Angie, what on Earth are you doing here? Where am I?”
“Finally! I had to stabilize your nervous system so that we can have a conversation, cause I couldn’t stand the look on your face. Hahahaha.”
This is when Mathew realized that the table he was seated at was located in the middle of a gigantic library. Angie picked up a book from the nearby shelf and opened it to a page that read “Blue Butterflies”. Mathew glazed over and froze instantaneously.
“Not again, brother,” gasped Angie as she engulfed Mathew into a chromium pyramid spinning clockwise, which was placed inside a sphere infused with turquoise frequency.
“Am I dead?” asked Mathew as his energetic field restabilized.
“Far from it, little brother. You’ve never been more alive.”
“Where on Earth are we, Angie? How come I can see you?”
“That’s the thing. We’re not on Earth. And please don’t get into spasms again, as I’m getting quite annoyed by playing these frequency games with you.”
“One minute I’m in the opera and now I’m talking to my dead sister who apparently didn’t die. I don’t get it.”
Angie pointed her finger at the page, and Mathew stuttered …
“It’s … it’s … the last … piece … I promise.”
“You always had a huge ego. I expected Balsy to publish my creative pieces in his name, but then again, he lacks our talent. Never once did you mention me. Why Mathew? This is not what Mom taught us.”
Mathew looked down at the page and replied in a soft tone.
“I left Blue Butterflies last, on purpose. I knew it was your favorite.”
Mathew took a deep breath and continued:
“I wasted my entire life hiding behind your work because I lacked the confidence to pursue my dreams. I waited for Mom's permission to share my talents and gifts, and ended up a resentful, angry, and frustrated man without friends or a purpose. I put all my energy into getting your pieces out onto the stage because they are brilliant, and I used my name because I felt worthless. Nothing I’ve ever created has been devoured by the public like your masterpieces. Nothing. And when you died, which you apparently didn’t, I used your work to bathe in fame and accolades.”
Angie grabbed Mathew’s hands and replied with a firm voice.
“Blue Butterflies is the last piece from my work lot to be performed. The next one is on you, brother. Sometimes you need to die on the inside before you realize how powerful you are.”
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The grand drapes rose, and a beautiful woman in a Venetian purple dress with golden embroidery captivated the audience with her appearance. Her magnificent, sharp voice interrupted the clapping as she walked across the stage, leaving room for two dance couples to perform.
Mathew smiled as the woman sitting next to him held his hands.
“I’m proud of you, and I’m forever grateful to Angie for holding space for your rebirth.”
“She really is something, isn’t she?! I owe her my frequency dance.”
“You don’t owe anything to anyone, darling. Keep shining YOUR light.”
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
Original fiction story without using AI.
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