The Final Bow

They say a swan sings a final majestic chant before it dies.

Never heard one do that, and I don’t like to live my life in accordance with hearsay. I prefer “The Final Bow”.

For one reason, is that I’ve seen many, some I wished for that moment never to come whilst for others it was never too soon.

Then, unlike the so said chant of the above stated animal, it’s not a final attempt to leave behind a memory to justify its existence, but more of subjecting oneself to the judgment of those we stood on the stage for in the first place.

That terrific moment in an artist’s profession is one of eternity. Much can happen, and of the much that happens all will be squeezed into what ultimately becomes what history will register as that particular performance.

The performer knows exactly what he merits at that particular moment. His vanity might fool him a little, but only just that. In the end, when the head bows, there may be applause, heartfelt or pitied, or, in the most harsh of judgments, silence.

When there is applause, the artist may go for an encore. This might be risky, or a certainty. The longer he/she takes to come back, the more certainty there is.

But, there are some performer’s who having worked, so, so hard, to get the leading role, that simply refuse to get off the stage no matter how many tomatoes they get thrown. It’s much more the fear of the silence, the painful recognition of how poor a performance, than shamelessness.

Mr. Gordon Brown, in the end the curtain does closes, and the public does leave you alone on the stage. Please, have some dignity. That’s all you still can salvage.

Your performance is over, whether you like it or not. And we all know how much you hate things that you cannot control. But, this one, you must simply let go.

With your exit, I hope that information manipulation from the highest institutions of the Country will cease, and the truth about Maddie will finally be able to see broad daylight.