Dispute
Leads to screaming
Gish galloping
Tearing his vocal cords
Grabbing
Any collar
Falling onto his knees
With tears following shortly
Crying, no, howling
Puddles of sorrow on the floor
Interrogative stares
Watch in dead silence
As he tries to stabilize himself
Through controlled breathing
Inhale, dusty air
Exhale, emotions
He slowly stands up, hands on thighs
Finishing off the act with one last sigh
A proud smirk grows
In the corner of his mouth
Sleeves fall to his forearms
As he motions to the crowd
Soon enough
Clapping roars throughout
The sight of a standing audience
Was worth all the practice
He wraps it all up
With a final bow
''Encore! ''
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