Moonlight Sonata [First Movement]

This has to be my favorite piece from Beethoven. It is so hauntingly gorgeous. I want to die to this music. This is music to die to. Quietly passionate, sensual, insistent...heart-rending. Everything a good death-scene needs. Being an actress in every thing I do, every word I speak, every step I make--I make each scene of my life an Oscar-worthy performance, something to entertain the masses. My death scene shall be spectacular. I should like to die like the Diva Plavalaguna--at the climax of my greatest role, closing night, as I'm taking my bows---BANG! BANG! Two gunshot wounds, in my torso, hitting some vital organs. Moonlight Sonata plays as the audience exits, quietly masking the screams of fear and confusion: Am I next? Why her? She was at the peak of her career! Are they coming for me are they coming for mearetheycomingforme..... I am still standing. The pain is great, but I am transfixed by the blood on my hands. I hold my hands up, out, for all to see, and slowly fall backwards. My leading man catches me and lowers me gently to the ground. He is panicking. EV, he says, finding some cloth to hold against me, to stop the blood that has begun to spill across the stage, EV, it's alright. We'll call the ambulance, we'll get help. You won't die. I smile peacefully, say nothing. He does not understand. I can feel the darkness on the edges of me, waiting to lap me up, to take me Home. He is upset...I wish to comfort him in some way--can he not see that it is my time, that I am ready to let Her take me? That it is alright with me--I have lived a good life. I have raised children. I have had a career that pleases me. I have healed and been healed. I have loved and been loved. Life has been good...and life must end. Now I must go Home, to Her, to Him. To the Mother, to the Father--finally I can be at peace for a while. I reach a hand up to caress his face, to let him know that it's alright. Crimson streaks across his face as my hand falls. He grabs it, holds it. You're not going to die. I'm not going to let you. I squeeze his hand, smile, and fall backwards into the abyss.

I can smell hyacinth and rose...and I can tell I'm going home.