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I stand on stage waiting for the curtain to rise. I’m in the same dress I’ve worn hundreds of times at this point, my hair is curled, and my face feels heavy from the stage makeup. Without my knowledge the curtains have risen and my body performs on auto pilot. Everyone in the crowd are blurred shapes; clearly human but I couldn’t tell you anything about what they looked like, shrouded shapes staring at me unblinkingly. There was a time I adored singing, performing on this stage, but everything has lost its glamor. What once shined is dingy and the adoring crowd is shadowed and haunting. As I move onto the next song on my set I notice a particularly dark blur glaring at me from the bar, I can only assume it’s the new diva. She has already usurped my crown, she’s won; is there something more she desires out of me. I have nothing left.
I don't even know when humanity had become just shapes to me. Nothing but a means to keep my body moving. I wonder if they’ll ever reshape themselves in my eyes. It’s not likely, but I wish they would. I wish that I could stand amongst them and feel their light.