The sun shone from through the vines of backstage, making him growl and exit the room. Ever since I had been brought here, he had hated the idea of any of us leaving.Never... I hated the dark, damp rooms, the blood-curdling screams of another brother or sister being captured, everything i saw through the darkness of my missing eyes. Master rarely interacted with us, unlike the other that now danced with me due to his need to see his work, and his dictating attitude made my blood pound with rage in my woollen veins. He only saw the shows from a small camera in the ceiling I now heard every time I was summoned on the stage to dance, and the darkness of my blindness never ceased to torture me. I didn’t see my own tears, couldn’t hear my songs, wouldn’t feel the pain of longing to see my family again…all of this was kept locked up in my cotton brain. The wires that animated me pulsed with the Master’s emotion, and most of the time, it hurt greatly to move. One day, however, all of this changed.
I heard the familiar sound of the door creaking open, and stage lights creeping on, but no human aura was detected by the curse of the Theatre. This thing was not human…maybe the people had found a way to rescue us from this agonising hell of a stage, but alas, it was not. It was another camera, sent in by Master’s robot to film from a better and modified angle. It turned and went out again, then, darkness was restored to my aching heart. All I wanted was to escape, to run far from this awful place and never return again. This would never happen…I was stuck here for the sole idiocy I had demonstrated the night I came here. Now, I am made to preform for him, no matter the tears and woes we shed, the wires he fixed to us long ago still pull us to dance, dance, dance…
Master hates us
He loathes us
He despises us
He does
He only cares for us
So he won’t lose us
He keeps us
For his pleasure
He makes us
All of us
From child to the adult of us
Dance side by side.
