I shake your hand and say good job. You smile, sweaty, hoarse, say thank you. Did I enjoy the show, you ask me. I pretend someone's caught my eye. Did I enjoy the show? I say it was great work, I called you stellar. You seemed to be happy.
I think you saw me during curtain call. Everyone stood, ovating. People are moved too easily these days. And I stayed seated, you looked my way after the bow as the lights went down. Did you see me clapping politely? My convincing smile? My crossed legs?
A pause and I say I have to go. You've got other people to see, admirers, good and decent people. I say good job again. You seem a little less happy. We hug. It is all very polite. We are friends, after all.
I think you saw me during curtain call. Everyone stood, ovating. People are moved too easily these days. And I stayed seated, you looked my way after the bow as the lights went down. Did you see me clapping politely? My convincing smile? My crossed legs?
A pause and I say I have to go. You've got other people to see, admirers, good and decent people. I say good job again. You seem a little less happy. We hug. It is all very polite. We are friends, after all.
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