Why all the pretense?
That mask must be heavy.
but that aside.


I love the line
this one goes out to the one I love.


There's that passionate oomph there.
strangely relished.


Rock band strutting their stuff on stage. Final (or not) bow.
Encore! Encore!
The leader accepts, and yells into the microphone, "This one goes out to the one I love!"


No, that wasn't right. I give up.


Allegro has some difficult semiquavers, n'est pas facile, but pretty.
The spirit is lovely.
And Prayer of The Matador, oh gosh, the final fight in the arena. DA dada dadada DA DA DA.
hahah, okay, that was a futile attempt.


Imagine a sweat streaked man. The bars rise to give way to his doom.


And then he dies.


A decrescendo, ritard., lift up your fingers but the pedal lingers like a ghost.


Lift your foot and everything dies out.


Poof.


He's dead.


Unlike the jubilant game of tag in Allegro.


this is for the ones that stood their ground