AN: The explanation of my favorite exit line, for those of you who didn’t get it.

The Boards

Good morning, bright-eyes

Time to face the world

Wipe your tears

Smile

Make it work

Fresh;

They stare

You know you’re peaches and cream

Rosy summer girl

Steals pale winter.

On your feet now,

Rock

Roll

It’s time to go

Hurry!

Shirt, shoes

Stockings, smile

And the face in your handbag

Folded between two twenties and a Visa

Paint your face and glue your hair

Bright eyes rimmed with darkness

To be lit by the scaffold gods

With a filtered sunrise

The show must go on

You are me

But I am someone else

Live, love, die

Live, love die

All we know

Places, everyone!

Time to go

Whispered luck

And a common promise;

I’ll see you on the boards.