End of show

I broke. I'm forgetting my lines. The audience looks at one another in shock. I try to fake my way through the scene, distracting them by juggling food. The music stops. I wasn't keeping in tempo. I'm stuck on stage with these blinding hot lights and I look at everyone's face that I can make out in the darkness. Sad. Discontent. Worried. The pianist nods at me. I take my final bow. The show is over. I've done it.