curtain call

This is the end of it all, the end of my waiting, the end of the feeling, and the end of the show.

Juliet must now sleep and pretend to die. Romeo will eventually put an end to his life and thus ends the love story.

Three years was spent for such a performance. Two months have I waited in line to see the show. Now that the long wait is over and I have seen the performance, I come to realize that too much time was wasted in line.

I see no point lingering on the story. It has to end, just like any other story, just like any other love song. We just have to accept that sometimes fairy-tales end happy but sometimes it does not.

However, we all have to move on from this tragic end, to stand from where we seat and accept that final bow.

Despite the heartrending finale, still I want to thank you for putting that smile on my face as I witness every detail unfold in front of me, as if I had not known, as if I had not read the very same story in a book.

I must have cried for its tragedy, or was it gravity that has just forced my tears to drop. Whatever reason it may be, it is finally over; the end of the show.

In those three years, the performers must have been very tired. Nevertheless, the efforts are never futile for we all see now the end of their hard work, perseverance and patience. It must be good feeling to have finally seen the fruit of their long preparation. It may be good to have finally rest, but I am sure they will also be missing everything else.

That is your final bow. The curtains close in.

Thank you and good evening.