A Night At The Cabaret

Maybe this will be my last night at the theatre, she thought, as she looked off stage at the empty seats and sighed.

- Alka Pinto

She would miss it. She would miss all of it—the lights, the glamour, her friends. She stood there wearing a crown on her head, with her beautiful black gown skimming the floor and her hair framing her face; as lovely as any Hollywood actress.

She sighed. Life had been good, but it had been bittersweet too. As she scanned the seats, she could almost hear the applause mingling with the catcalls and whistles that would no doubt come, hopefully, amid cheers for an encore. She turned to two seats in the front row. Would the people in those seats be clapping, she wondered. What would they be thinking? “I will not look there,” she said to herself. “I will not look.”