Sta.sh
The player takes a last bold stance
Even though no one has listened before
The spotlight shines
The crowd hushes
A curtain rolls up
In the middle of the stage stands a lesser character
One not of that much importance
Still the actor clears their throat to begin their monologue
All of you here may not know me
I wouldn't expect as much from you
However I want you to know what you have done to me
The abuse I have sustained by all of you
For years I have flaunted out on this stage
Looking for praise, small but still a bit
No matter how hard I try it is never enough
Every night I have felt my soul die
All I ever wanted was to be noticed
That is foolish of me I suppose
Believing that any of you so important
Much more than I
Would ever appreciate the likes of me
With this being our opening night
I had thought of simply just quitting
Then I would just fade from mind
If any of you even noticed at all
The one in the background was gone
Then I thought it would be too convenient for you
For I to just disappear from the stage
On this stage that I have sweated and bled
In an attempt to receive some form of praise
So on this night that our play has opened
Will be the night the curtain is called on me...
With that said the actor removed the revolver
Bringing it to his temple, tugging on the trigger
Ado to you all, my adoring audience
A shot rings through out the opera house
The actor falls down on the stage where he stood
A mere few minutes before
The crowd lets out a horrified shout in unison
People scramble to get out of the place
That now has the stink of death
The curtain is lowered on opening night
Never to rise again
A rash decision perhaps
However none will forget
The actor who brought the house down
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