Beyond those crimson curtain the fans shouted and screamed, calling for an encore to the encore, but he smiled, content with his performance and made his way to his car; shedding his costume like a second skin.
Front of house, he waited patiently, engine on, and watched as the streams of boisterous teenagers left the show; all of them deep in conversation, reliving each moment of their night.
“Dad!” She screamed, as she jumped into the back of the car “You’ll never believe what he did this time!”
Like the last time I took part in Esther Newton’s Monday Motivations I was instantly hit with an idea. I tried, as I normally do, to stick to three lines, and whilst I succeeded this one was a bit more challenging than any other I’ve written recently. There was so much more I wanted to say; so much more I wanted to convey… Hopefully the message comes across.
The themes were: Secrets, Fame, Music.