I’ve been sitting and eating my popcorn. Trying to understand everything in the story from near and far. I pull out my tiny binoculars out. I must really see this out.
Will the curtain close. Will there be an encore. Should I leave right before the show finishes I wonder. What’s the joy in that I suppose. Stories must all come to end.
Hoping at the very least there is clap at the end of the play. Because how would you know if they were really there at all.
You get up to leave the theatre, standing tall and straight. So many mistakes, and not enough time to fully prepare the backdrop it seemed for the play.
How the curtain fell with always leaving you feeling for an act 2. Possibly just an interview with the actors. But nothing, no clap at the end, well that would feel almost unjust.
For the play was deeply loved. Even through the plot lost its place for a while and some of the song notes were slightly off. Regardless of the end.
As they say in theatre, after all, the play must gone.