The last show (something old)

we where both in the entertainment bussiness. we where both actors. but not tv ones, but live performance ones.

we knew the time when it all ends would come. we had this fantastic soup opera, that was actually an opera. we sang and performed for 7 years. that was our life. now, it was time for the end. we practiced the big sleep scene, for like a year. but i guess nothing can really prepare us for the big finale, le piece de la resistance. 

we hold our hands before the show. how can it be the last show? we could hear people screaming outside. clapping, shouting, without a clue of what would happen next. what they would see. of course they are excited. everywhere, you could see in the big city that THIS was our last show. everybody came. i hoped not this many people had come, its strange. it makes me shiver.

we stood up before the curtains, awaiting them to let us show. the spotlight blinded us, like it did a thousand times before, but from now on, no more spotlight coming down from heaven.

we could hear the voice speaker out loud, welcoming the crowd, letting them into the previous stories. ‘it is a good bye’ the male voice said.

curtains begin to move, letting me see the expecting people, even dough light would let me see much, its curtains double time. it all happened so slowly.

clapping started to fade away, i could feel silence and the looks on my, not even out of my dress, but i already feel naked. this is my last time. i told myself.

we began to sing. we sang, we dance, we performed sadly, almost silently, and already my voice is fading. he looked into my eyes, saying a silent good bye.

we sang. ‘good bye my dears, and into the big sleep’ and together, we took our guns, pointed at our chest, and killed ourself.

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how can it be the last show? no more spotlight coming down from heaven. it is a goodbye. its curtains double time, not even out of my dress, and already my voice is fading,  good bye my dears and into the big sleep.