The band was cueing up my entrance before I even realized it. My nose was almost touching the black velvet curtain behind the stage, as I stood waiting to slip into the light of the stage. While the curtain front was haphazardly brushed in the day, the back was left to rot in dust. I glance over my shoulder into the cool blues and greys of the darkened area. Everything back here was left to rot.
Even me…at least it felt that way sometimes.
As far as I knew we were the last night club open in all of London. This war, this damn unending war. The Americans are here now. They were supposed to help us…
It just feels too little too late. Soldiers are who I sing to mostly now. Most civilians have fled to the country…at least those who could have.
So many dead…so much destruction.
… I wonder if he will be here tonight.
I didn’t have any more time to think as the curtains started to lift, bathing me in golden light. “Is there such a thing……a