So there I was on stage, my heart beating like a drum solo at a heavy metal concert. The crowd was hushed, the spotlight glaring down like an interrogator’s lamp. You know the feeling, right? That moment when you either nail the performance or flop harder than a fish out of water.
Well, let me tell you, I decided to go out with a bang. I stepped up to the mic, sweat glistening on my brow, and belted out the punchline to end all punchlines. The audience was in stitches, and I felt like a king. It was the perfect setup for a mic drop moment – except, in a twist of cruel irony, my foot caught on the cable, and what followed wasn’t just a mic drop, but a life drop.
There was no encore that night. Just me, lying on the stage, looking up at the indifferent ceiling. I suppose you could say I killed it – literally. My last performance was a one-way ticket to the pearly gates’ comedy club. At least I left the crowd laughing – that’s what we in the biz call "The Final Performance", right? 😏🎤