Noise
Theirs is a life full of noise.
They never chose so. It just came to them. Whatever the path, honesty is bound to stir a racket. It always traces their footsteps from the start, the whisper of hundreds on eyes fixed on them, and so they follow – what they can't help, they have learnt to go along.
If they yell, it is to show it. They know better – the path to their goal is through what people want to see. So they adapt; they calculate the moment in which their lips will bend, or when their words will give way to claps of thunder. Such is the art of taking by surprise. That their own breathing speeds up, and their heart races, they accept as part of a whole.
Noise is around them. Noise they create, to make a scene. And they do wonder, from time to time, if noise is actually what their strife is all about – an audience to trick into believing, so you may get to the things that truly matter.
However it may be, it is a price they pay willingly, just for the sake of how it ends. It is all about the moment they get to, when their voices are stolen by fatigue, and they can leave all the talking to their eyes – with the joy of telling each other they made it, once again, at long last. The moment when they can sit back, and listen to the truth.
What is left, in the wake of their hard work, is the most precious of silences. They are reminded each time; rare as it may be, it is what they live for.