Start an act. Leave a line, steal the show, exit left. Enter right. Dance in the center of the cobwebbed stage where only shadows dance with you. I can still see the music, though. It glows softly, crinkled at the edges, watching from the withered balcony.
Exit left, exit left, exit left.
When you first sang to me you were beautiful- you glowed and believed and I thought this could be your dream. Fancy dress, fancy shoes, fancy car driving away. I sat in the dust and the despair and thought maybe you won't forget me.
Come home, come home, come home.
I found you years later, on a stage of neon surrounded by green and greed and unfortunate souls. Your fancy dress, gone. Your fancy shoes, gone. Your dream, gone. Your smile was shattered glass and your lips were red as blood and you were dangerous, standing in the dark, cigarette in between your fingers, smoke trailing from your lips. It floated into the sky and then was lost below the stars.
Fly away, fly away, fly away.
You pressed a cigarette into my hand, watched me choke on the smoke, and then dragged me away. You showed me the theatre, crumbled glory and faded beauty- I saw you in the cracked paint on the walls, in the shattered windows by the alley. I see you more now than ever before, I think. A shattered mirror that somehow I know will never reflect me. You are beautiful.
You are always beautiful.
Dance with the dust motes in the trembling sunlight, leave your head spinning in the clouds. Exit left, enter right, take center stage. You wear a gown of crimson red, and your eyes glow in the light. The music starts up again, the old ***** wheezing to life. I would learn anything for you. Graceful steps around rotted floorboards, too thin, too fragile, impossibly strong.
Enter right, enter right, enter right.