The show


Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He clutched his chest both with pain and skepticism of a dreadful tomorrow. He stood on the stage illuminated in the limelight of his frail previsions.
” Just give your best in the concert.  Be strong .Thereafter, we shall move on to your next round of chemo…..” Somehow, the doctor’s words brought him solace today.
His hands had turned cold and his knees shook. The drapes in red stretched in front of him were the only demarcation that kept him from the bustling crowd outside.
The musicians behind him were all positioned appropriately.
The lights above him flickered to life. He clutched the microphone harder as the curtains parted gradually.

The stars tonight shall shine
  In shadows of yesteryears
  Because the dying star
  Has been born again.
  Let the curtains part in glory
  For the show has just begun…’

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