Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy
Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy
Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy
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Corrupted by Rock Alone<br />
Lyla Cerulli<br />
Was it really him standing over there with the bags under his<br />
eyes and the cigarette in his hand? What happened to the altar<br />
server with long hair and a sharp smile? I couldn‟t help but stare<br />
from behind a car in front of me. Slowly, I walked along with him on<br />
opposite sides of 86 th street. Pulling my hood over my head, I began<br />
to quicken my steps to keep up with him. We were side by side,<br />
separated by cars, the street, and our extremely different worlds.<br />
I began to think what led him to his current state. He began to<br />
stop going to mass. He was no longer there every week, and<br />
suddenly… he never came back. Rumors spread that he joined a<br />
rock band. He was said to be the lead guitarist and no longer had<br />
time for altar serving. Another rumor had said that he had dropped<br />
out as quickly as he had joined. But he was now seen smoking in<br />
the Great Lawn on a regular basis.<br />
I abruptly stopped at the corner as he began to cross. His<br />
shoulder brushed up against mine and he stopped briefly and<br />
looked back at me as if—he was remembering. “Remember me,” I<br />
whispered to myself, “Remember me and everyone else you knew<br />
before you changed.”<br />
“Carmine,” I barely said aloud.<br />
But he kept walking. He did not remember. And I began to<br />
think, “Was it really something as simple as a band that had<br />
corrupted him?” He was now simply a boy with long hair, corrupted<br />
by rock—that was so unfamiliar to my eyes.