The theatre was dark accept for a dim light that washed over the audience on the other side of the curtain. They were quiet, patiently waiting for what was to come.  Back stage the actors whispered excitedly, waiting for their cue, and the orchestras warm up drills pierced through the theatre. Overall the air was buzzing with excitement.

As for her? She was ready. Adjusting the hat upon her head and swinging the cane around to rest upon her shoulders, she stepped out to the main stage. Theatre lights when down, the music hushed to a stop, and a single beam of light shone down on her. She could see the flecks of dust exposed by the lights. Everything was still. It felt as though the world were holding its breath. Waiting. By trick of the light she couldn’t see the audience, but she knew they were there. One can never mistake the feeling of having many eyes watching them.

They had come for a show and, if it’s a show they want, then they had come to the right place . . .

Ladies and gentlemen, please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

From “Ladies and Gentleman” by Saliva

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