The End by Lauren Genna
The lights dim, the curtains close. Silence spreads across the almost empty stadium. Those who are left pack up their instruments and say their goodbyes.
The music fades, and all I can think of is the pain of the end, but the joy in a new beginning.
I face those that I have worked so long and hard with, and I can’t keep from crying a little because I know this is the end, and things just won’t be the same.
I hug my friends, my band mates, for what might be the last time. We say our final goodbyes, and I think of how many great memories we made together, and how our time is up, and the show must go on…
… but for someone else.