By P Nelson
The velvet curtains are bathed in the brilliance of the stage lights. I cannot tell if their hue is violet, red, or blue. In the limited lighting, they appear black.
Backstage, I feel my nostrils flare and my breath quicken with anticipation. I am giddy! Even though forty-five is a little old for my inaugural performance, I am exhilarated nonetheless.
Then I blink and see the community theatre for what it is: the foldable seats comprising an auditorium, the vinyl sheets duct-taped to the platform serving as the stage, and the flimsy, lopsided cardboard props.
The curtains are really velvet though…
Great last line, transforms the whole story, great stuff.
I love this! Please tell us more about the 45-year-olds’ inaugural performance.
Great ending! I also appreciated the rhymes that broke through (hue/blue, performance/nonetheless). Nicely crafted.
Nice to see a dream fulfilled! Enjoyable!
I really liked this story. I loved the positive spin at the end.