Oh my my, it's October already! The month where Twisted Tales gets Twisted To The Extreme! Ideas, anyone?
Mustering all her courage, she stepped onstage and patted down her shimmering gown for the umpteenth time. From up the stage, the hall appeared much bigger. And there were so many people.
I will not be afraid, she nodded to herself. I'm up here already. Give them the performance of a lifetime!
As the first strains of the familiar melody played, she gripped the microphone tighter and softly cleared her throat.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
A smattering of cheers and applause greeted her. She looked up proudly to realise that the entire hall was hushed and listening.
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Every note was pitch perfect and every gesture rehearsed to its best. Slowly but surely, the butterflies in her stomach were flitting away.
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
Smiling, she closed her eyes and let the moment sink in. Up above her, she could feel the chandelier glowing almost like tender arms reaching from the heavens.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
A knot grew in her stomach as she neared the dramatic high note. Please, please, let it happen!
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
Yes! Her voice soared in flawless harmony with the stirring note, climaxing in a brilliant crescendo of violas and cellos.
And still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
As the orchestra played her out, the stage was set for a rousing finale.
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed... the dream I dreamed
She did it! It was over! In her heart, she knew that she had given one of her best performances ever. Singing onstage always made her feel so alive and talented, worlds apart from the plain Jane demeanour everyone saw. Here, she was the queen of her universe. Nobody could touch her in sheer vocal prowess.
Beaming, she placed the microphone back on its stand and stepped carefully off the stage, half-expecting the audience to break into rapturous applause.
Of course, they didn't.
They were all too engrossed in their stupid shark's fin soup.
A pudgy lady next took to the stage with a brutal rendition of Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin.