Fireworks

The Great ActHe stands, shaking. He is clammy, a cold sweat rolling down his skin. The light is on him. The audience is below. They watch, silently, taking him in. He feels rushed, urged to move on. They are waiting. He fulfills his role. He tips slowly forward. The crowd gasps. The spotlight follows him as he plummets, falling, fallingThe Great Act
falling
There is no applause as the audience disperses. This play is done, the actor already forgotten. He is a smear on the pavement, gone forever.
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This is a signature. Behold.
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your gallery looks very nece. keep it up!
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