Part 27

all the thoughts about my future was going through my mind. The group, Nicole, Randy... my voice. It was such a part of me. I loved sining professionally... sure i was allowed to sing quietly to myself and stuff as to not strain myself but the thrill of standing on stage having people listening to every word that flows through your lips on a stream of melody. And never to do it again... Never to hear an applause because of something that you've done. Something that was your life. That goes under the category of nightmare for me. And i was living it.
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"Paul... we cant just stop the whole show without a fairwell... its unheard of and not our style"

"Yeah Tim i know but i cant sing anymore... and we're not just strippers... we're singers too"

"Not a worry mate... you talk... you strip and me and Rich will sing!!!
it'll be fine mate... dont you think the audience deserves some closure?"

I sighed... there was no way Tim was going to give up on this idea so i nodded and he jumped like a giddy school boy around the room then ran off to book venues. And to think it was his stupidity that got us into all this.

So we went around and did our fairwell tour of DAASS. All the major cities and we even went to Tasmania this time. Of course we didnt get as good a response because people just didnt think it was the same without me adding to the vocals as well.

We were nearing to the end of our last performance. Tim had left stage and me and Rich were standing there... Everyone looked at me with questioning eyes as i stepped towards the microphone.

part 28