A Suicide On Stage

Leonore was disliked, cast aside and ignored, her rage increased with bizarre behavior: why couldn't she be the eternal and idolized Queen? And envy grew towards the more successful thespians; her restlessness to do harm was a demon that cringed, " It's me or nobody! " her words caused a tremor and while the stage was about to open the curtains, she emerged with the usual smirk they had seen! Leonore faked sweetness lacked emotion and compassion: all she lived for was her changeless ego so persistent, which emphasized revenge, anger, vanity and spite; and declaring herself the Queen of alluded beauty, in front of an audience of disagreeable contempt: Lenore continued to act erratically dreaming of a trophy, or even an Oscar of glimmering gold to placate her desire... still living in an imaginary state of strong conviction! Her love for jewelry was indomitable: brilliant diamonds so shiny decorated her elegant dress of shimmering silver like her crown, and with a presence so stately and impressive, she bowed down under neon lights but her appearance was snorted in derision; how delusive was to befriend and audience of little sympathy hearing hoots of laughter instead of acceptance and recognition! Leonor went on despite the commotion rising in the agitated audience, " I've dedicated my time to my vocation and they need an applause, Hollywood has never seen an actress of my caliber. " she hollered; " I put to shame Grace Kelly and Vivien Scarlett: I am more talented!" There was a brief pause, then contemptuous scoffing and mocking " I said I'm greater than them! I won't accept any mumbling! " By then the theater resounded with apathy as her tension swiftly grew; Leanor grabbed the stiletto knife concealed inside her dress made by Frew, " With this knife going deep inside, I prove how brave I can be; death is glory, I die an heroine on this infamous stage! Watch me! "