when the lights go down and the curtain goes up
our hearts raced with anticipations
wow us. make us forget. make us feel.
there once was a family with two brothers.
the older was like his father. he achieved much throughout his life. the younger achieved little. the elder had speech team finals and business degrees. the younger had pills and alcohol. and all the townsfolk said 'why can't the younger be more like the older?' and the townsfolk said 'he's just wonderful.' after a long time both brothers passed away. shortly after many things were revealed about both brothers. somethings were shocking. somethings were devastating. the townsfolk talked for years about the hidden life of the older brother. there was much speculation as to why he did such bad things. noone suspected themselves, but then again noone ever does.
then the curtain closed for the last time, never to open again.
the actors retired to their homes, the audience seeped into the night.
please save your applause for the end of the show.
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
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