This is the End, My Beautiful Friend, The End

One day you're a star. You're a big star. Perhaps you're a star in a winter play. Perhaps you're a star in a Christmas concert. You're covered in glitter and spangles; you're wrapped in tiny twinkle lights. People are in awe of you. Then, one day it's all over. You're in a heap with the other has-beens, leaking your styrofoam innards all over the floor. It really makes you think about your own mortality. (or perhaps -like me- it just makes you giggle)