The Harlot, Part 2

Part 2, “Baptize my Heart”

 Time went on.

She knew how to dance for Him. Yet, there were times when dance was not the appropriate response to His glory. Sometimes, He needed her to lament. Some days, she needed to repent, and this was where she had fallen from her throne. She had fallen from her safe place when she didn’t know to repent. He knew her heart, and He knew when she would sin. He saw the glimmer in her eyes when she looked at them. It broke His heart. He needed her to repent, but she didn’t know how.

Last time, that was when she left.

ACE'S THOUGHTS

Showtime, the crowd is hyped for the acts,
Among them is one who hopes for their moment just as the others do,
One by one, they stride to the stage,
One by one, the crowd is entertained,
Their cheers are never the same, but they are never lacking either,
They wait, excited, ready, and completely confident,
The act before just killed it, and they want more,
Winding down and yet there they stand, still backstage,
How many more until I get that sweet moment in the spotlight?
Not even a moment, a second,
I cannot compare to the previous ones, but I still put my entire heart into it, never lacking or holding back!
Do I even deserve a chance in the spotlight,
Maybe I’m not a bid deal like I hoped to be.
….sorry I couldn't reach you expectations….sorry I’m a act that won’t impress….s..sorry….for my nothingness….

A Rough Rough Draft

Here is a story idea I'm throwing around. I don't have much more than what you see below.

Four power outages across [insert a big city here, either real or not]. Four people inside [aforementioned city], nowhere near the outages. 

One man with an exciting idea. One hero to clear [same city], under one direction.

What's the problem with these numbers?
Four people: same hero.

Basically a sentai-ish superhero story.