It’s time.

The second act.

I’m ready.

My skirt flows around my feet and I grab a tankard in my left hand.  The funny curved glass feels rough and wet due to my sweating hands. It’s not nerves. I’ve done this so many times I could act it in my sleep. Maybe it’s adrenaline.

Ah yes. Oom pah pah! My favourite song. I stand in freeze, tankard up, smile tense as usual. You try grinning when your heart is breaking.

The music starts for the last time. It keeps hitting me over and over, like a hammer.  It’s all over.

We go through the choreography. I jump up on my friend’s back and sway drunkenly, side, side, stage and side. It’s like a rolling story in my head. Every song, every move.