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The theatre operator sat in his chosen chair at the front of the auditorium, staring up at what once was a glistening stage. It was undecorated, meek, neglected. Glancing over his shoulder, he took in the rows and rows of seating put aside for the audience. They were empty. They had been empty for years.

"Suppose it is past time," he murmured to himself, and to this hallowed establishment that had been his home, his refuge, his comfort and his muse for so many years. "... To put the old dog down."

He rose from his seat, ascended the stage, then went behind the curtain where no audience member could ever see. The landlords were already in the process of turfing them out; all about he saw strewn unceremoniously the decor of the once-greats that were now part of the forgotten-yesterdays. Castle turrets, dragon puppets, the bar at a tavern, the dorms of a school. These were the dreams of yesteryear.

Passing through rows of tattered costumes never to be worn again; wolves and undead and unruly kids - there was always need for an unruly kid in any theatre performance worth its salt. Children were the dawn of dreams and should always be represented. They had forgotten that somehow, along the way. And now there would be children no more.

Out in the wing where the orchestra hid, half the instruments had already been pawned off. There would be other theatres for them to live in, and other theatre masters and acting troupes and musicians and adoring fans that the story would never truly end. But they would never be this theatre, and they would never tell these stories. These were the dying days.

12-Jan-2024 23:15:08

Wuccus

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"What we had," the theatre master said to the empty room; his whimpering echo sounding back to him the futility and the foolishness of his soliloquoy. "It was ours. It may not have been great, it may not have been made to last. But it was real. We all shared it. And though days and weeks and months and years, and even decades, may go by and all that enjoyed this theatre may never speak again... Know this. My heart was touched by every one of you. Every person I met, for good or for ill, you shared these times with me and I carry with you your story and your song. In the twilight hours of my life I will look back on these moments and remember with bittersweet fondness... What we had, it was ours."

The man picked up a lute, sighed, and played a final tune. And all about him, the ship of his childhood wonder sank beneath the waves. Yet he kept on playing.

12-Jan-2024 23:15:32 - Last edited on 13-Jan-2024 01:06:58 by Wuccus

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13-Jan-2024 00:12:25

Kazel
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Kazel

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I haven't participated in these forums in a long, long time. But seeing the announcement to shut them down still brought a tear to my eye. This was a beautiful sendoff to a part of my childhood that I'll never get back, but that will always live in my heart.

Thank you.

13-Jan-2024 19:49:18

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