"Keep it together Luan, you did this a million times,"

"And now, the legend, the one, the only, Luan Loud, give her a round of applause folks!"With the conductor out hyping her name like a new hoover on sale for $499, she jogged out, she didn't want to do this anymore, people, they changed.

"Hello there Chicago! or should I call for a chick-to-go?! Haha,"

Nothing, she knew it, she wanted all of this to stop, she wanted this all to end but she can't, Luna told her to read between the lines, and she ignored her for the splendid shimmering spotlight up the stairways of Hollywood, and now that bitch, that bitch that tried to warn me, that bitch, I should've listened to her, what I wouldn't do to get her up on this stage, in front of a gazillion sheeps, just to beat me up with her purple electric guitar, for being an idiot, for not listening to her. At least I followed mum and dad's advice, wait no I didn't, I ignored them, I changed. I'm nothing.

"Haha, so do you know wh-"

"GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE!"

"YEAH, JOIN YOUR FAGGOT SISTER UNDERGROUND!"

A dozen shouted, they laughed, hysterically, as if someone did an oopsie on stage, the same way I laughed at Luna. My mouth, they were sealed. Not a word out and as the ringing in my ears grew deafening, no words came in, first to go were my ears, the roar of the crowd turned to whispers and finally, nothing. Second was my nose, the smell of the CFC from the AC disappeared. Then my sight turned black, pure darkness in the face of the judging sun.

"I-I..."

Why now?

Why am I regretting all of this now?

She tried to warn me, I ignored her.

As my hearing returned, I heard the clamour of the crowd, they were shouting, some were screaming, some were trembling. My tongue returned and I heard myself screaming in anger, or is it agony? And finally my sight returned, I saw that man whom yelled heresy towards my sister, I saw him dead. My hands were doused in crimson juice, my thumbs were inches into his mind, entering the memory canals. Hahaha, life is a laugh parade. Hahaha, life is just a long unmeaningful joke, written by the almighty.

"Hahahaha"

"Hahaha"

"Haha"

Laughter. I'm a psychopath

Is it laughter? Is it me tearing this poor man's soul out? Poor my fucking ass, no one says that about my sister. ever.

Moments, they flew by, the spectators watched in fear as I cried tears of joy. Maybe nothing did happened. It was my IMAGINATION.

It happened again, my mind fell back in line, I was still on the stage, my hands were shaking, the dozen was still there, hysterically laughing at me.

Pulling the microphone over to my lips I said clearly to the crowds:

"I'm quitting comedy"

"Read between the lines, don't change for anyone"

"Goodbye"

I walked off, dropping the microphone down on the stage. Or am I still stuck in my brain, what's left of it.

"Fuck it"

My agent is mad, I know. Fuck him.

I can't cry anymore.

Running out of the arena I entered a yellow taxi, "Get me to Royal Woods" I said, and he nodded. I could already hear the ringing of my agent, screaming, yelling at me for that stunt.

"I'll pay you double, just get me there fast" I ordered, and he obliged, we might as well be on mach speed, all the red lights broken. Everything is green when that's all you see.

The phone in my pocket vibrated furiously, I hate it, so I threw it out the cab window, I saw it shattered, I didn't care, fuck it.

As the gateway to Royal Woods were passed, I paid him the freedom eagle bills I owed, I didn't care. As the rain starts to pour and the drums of my heart beats faster, I arrive at the red door of 1216 Frank Ave, I knocked it hard. Mum opened the door, she saw me clad in rainwater and pulled me in fast.

"I'm sorry"

"For what honey?"

"For not listening"

A/N: Rusty as fuck, let's see if i still have the guts to do something in my life.