-begins to cry again- "What the hell?! Why do my parents... Who am I kidding... it's none of my concern..." -leans far over the railing-
(I have a lost puppy Pie... and he's really sad! I'm taking care of it because that's how wonderful I am! now will you trust me???)
I listen to the music, having nothing else to do. I get a call from my fiancé, the daughter of a company that has partnership with mine, a wedding that's been planned ever since my birth. Something I only recently found out about. I ignore the call and I'm offered a "VIP" seating so I take the seat, positioned in the front row.
(of course! *hops in van and eats twenty pills- erm, candy* ) A fan shrieks and passes out, and I continue to sing, trying not to giggle.
I continue to sing, and decrescendo until only my guitar is playing. I end the song, the last note resonating in the air. As the crowd applauds, I give my signature concert pose (a simple peace sign)