Curtain rises, she smiles and speaks words of wisdom, words so sweet. The scene is set of pure innocence, till the struck of dawn. The laughter so clean, nothing empty. The music plays, rises aloud everything changes, the truth is out...the climax is set..Poor girl is dead. To bad you see, she was in the next scene. Everyone acts once again as if nothing has happened...Why bother to, all are in insanity. Just look to your crowd and take a bow. Walk over her body and leave stage left. For this Act is done, time for the next.
