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Just Another Boy On Stage

So give another wink, boy,
you've got them all entranced.
They've wept for you,
they've laughed with you,
and now, you have them.

They're eating from the palm of your hand.

So flaunt it, kid, you've got it.
They'll cheer your death tonight.

But remember boy, remember,
they only love who they see.
You're a paid entertainment,
and not a one will know you, come the morning.

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N a m e l e s s - F a c e l e s s

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  • Aalta silver member
    October 11

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    superb..... life, it so cruel.... this is so true.... I love this...

    you do all you can and that... for just a small shot of recognition... and then go back to being nameless unrecognized person.. nobody remembers either you or your work.... its just a momentary entertainment for them

    great take on the prompt and life


  • Jesann gold member
    October 5

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    Great take on the word prompt.
    Very well written, I enjoyed this...
    Love the way you can lap up the fun of being the actor on the stage.
    Yet down to earth enough to know that "not a one will know you, come the morning"...
    the every day person doing their own thing.
    Very well done.

    • One of the things I love about it is being a no one the next day, oddly enough. Thankyou for the comment!


  • GothicFyre
    October 4

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    Brilliant, really liked it. Great use of the prompt.


  • myrataal silver member
    October 4
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    Yeah.

    Sadly such is life.

    • But that's part of the beauty of it, no? The fact that the next day, you get to start all over again, and in the next performance, be who you want to be.

      • myrataal silver member
        October 4
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        The irony is: there is but one soul to one body. The insanity to shred that, is beyond me. As it is, I have too little time to love who I am. Only woundedness fragments a soul such to let it hide in games.

        • Ahh well, maybe I'm wounded; who knows. Thing is, on stage I'm not. That and the fact you're working with a cast and crew who want the thing to succeed as much as you do, only makes it that much better.

  • Superb...

    This reminded me of the movie "Billy Elliot" in some way...

    I can imagine this kid dancing; and the audience is in awe of it all... then morning rolls on by and he's just another face on the street; nameless and faceless.

    Brilliant job.

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