Posted By Farencue on 23 Nov 2009 09:02 PM
The party is over- the guests have gone home, the place is awash with wine spills and reeks of stale cigarette smoke.
The stage is empty, bereft of the people, lights and cameras crowding it. As I stumble around the half dark theatre looking for my dignity, my mind races to come up with the solution to the particular problem I now face.
Although I held the charade all the way through the performance, it was a dismal flop in this neck of the woods.
As I am pondering my dilemma, it becomes clear to me what must now be done.
The caravan should be packed tightly and neatly, supplies gathered for an extended journey, fresh spiels designed and practised. I am ready.
The creaking wheels turn slowly, and as I travel further away from this place, with it's glittering lights and broken dreams, I sit up front with my chin lifted in defiance.
For I know where I must go- without shame or embarrasssment as my companions.
The well paved road of delusional dishonesty will lead me to the kingdom of woo, where I shall find the believers.
I shall sit on the ruby encrusted throne as queen, while my subjects kneel before me. The helpless ones grovel in gratitude at my all knowing, all mysterious, one of a kind powers.
I shall rule the universe with confidence and supreme arrogance as the show that flopped fades away to a never remembered dream.
Apart from being very perceptive, that's really well written. Hurry up and post it at JREF so I can nom it for a language award.