THE LAST CONCERT
My name is Brian Hugh Warner, and this might be my last concert ...
Sydney, Enmore Theatre.
the darkened hall echoed an annoying buzz, there was movement.
only instruments on stage.
backstage, illuminated by few emergency lights operating, was deserted, as the narrow corridors to the dressing rooms drivers.
A light seeping out from under a door, one of the main star.
fumbled at the table make up a man dressed in black.
Foundation very clear. Spread it with care.
Powder, always clear, in abundance.
black pencil around the eyes and eyelids. The faded with your fingers.
Mascara.
Pencil dark red lips.
Rossetto.
REW pressed on the camera.
He took the box and stuck the tape wrapping the mirror bright. LIVE wrote on the mirror with lipstick.
He took the electric guitar from the hands of the corpse slumped in his chair. Not before him broken fingers.
... My friends are dead ...
A tear line on the face.
reached, guitar in hand, the control room. Adjust the volumes of the amplifiers to the maximum. He lit them all reflectors and direction over the audience.
... I ran out of food ...
The man was on stage, but the crowd did not see blinded by the light. Connect your guitar to the amplifier.
... And it's time to go for broke ... groped
He played the highest note he could produce and sang the more acute that he could with the voice of despair, attracting the attention of viewers rotting.
... I do not know what kind of epidemic this is ...
reflectors broke out in sequence.
... I just know I'm trapped in here with a public cannibal ...
exploded the heads of many viewers, but not enough to prevent the same amount of tread in the scene.
... If you are seeing this registration mean I'm dead and that you are alive ...
The display of the camera falls a drop of saliva. The unit is among the hands of a non-dead, who listens curiously.
END
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