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My show was through.
I had done everything
I needed to do.
There was nothing more. I could walk out the door.
My show was done.
I and the audience had had fun.
All the songs were sung.
I had even done an encore,
I loved the audience roar.
I was going home. All alone.
I was going to get in bed. All the thoughts in my head.
