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by Johnny
Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Dark · #2195426
A jazz singer gets ready for his last performance.

          "Why'd you have to go
          Leaving me alone, alone, alone
          On my own"
          The club is dead silent as they find themselves completely entranced by the singer's melancholic tone. Each lyric and note unveils a picture of sadness, woe and passion. He is the author of his story and he's telling his tale the only way he can.
          "You stole my heart
          And I stole yours too
          We were meant to be
          That much I know is true"
          There's is something different with the way he sings, the way he moves. Every word delivered with sheer honesty, every movement passionate, but subtle. He is in his element, and the audience knows it.
          "I don't understand
          Why you look so sad
          Did you have to go so soon
          I shoulda been there with you"
          Suddenly, the music stops. The jazz soloist raises his hand to the spotlight, as if he's reaching towards the stars, embracing them. Sweat drops from his sullen face like he's shedding tears. No time to waste, time to finish it.
          "I just wanna let you know
          I just want to show
          I love you"
          Silence, then mass clapping consumes the place. Faces in the crowd stand up for the band and the man with a golden voice for a job well done. The vocalist takes a bow for the crowd, giving a small solemn grin. Slowly, the smile disappears, replaced with a look of uncertainty and grief. He could only wish that this moment would never end. But it never does, does it?
. . .

          The man opens the door to his apartment. He wades through the shadows of the apartment, the pale moonlight guiding him to the bedroom. Everything in the room is in disarray, but all he cares about is getting some shut-eye after tonight's performance. In the bed, he notices a feminine figure in his bed, bringing a smile to his face. He lays down next to his lover, shrouded in shadow.
          "Another busy night, baby...but the crowd loved it...and it's all thanks to you..."
          There's an uncomfortable silence between the two. The man puts his arms around his woman's waist, bringing her into the light. She's pale as snow, her eyes wide open, and a face of horror is on full display for his eyes only. Deep red marks are spread around her throat, as if the life was choked out of her. He doesn't even flinch, he simply closes her dead eyes. He kisses her on her frozen cheek and strokes it lovingly.
"I love you, baby. I just wanna let you know. Good night, love."
          He turns away from her and begins to rest his eyes, embracing that good night's sleep. On his face, a content smile after another successful night.

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