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    the final bow – (Chapter: how it started)

    Ashley was on stage doing her sound check. This was her last ever gig. She was going to take her final bow here tonight (she was the only one that know) and she wanted it to be perfect night not just for her but her fans to. Plus her pregnant wife and 2 year old son were going to be there. She is 25 years and as much as she loves sing she hated going on tour and leaving her family. but she wasn’t going to sit on her ass. She was going to open her own record label something she always wanted to do and something she could pass down to her kids. So this was it.

                                                                   Ashley

    Ok guys hit it.

    The band start to play a song Ashley starts to sing.

     

    And now, the end is near,
    And so I face the final curtain.
    My friends, I’ll say it clear;
    I’ll state my case of which I’m certain.

    I’ve lived a life that’s full –
    I’ve travelled each and every highway.
    And more, much more than this,
    I did it my way.

    Regrets? I’ve had a few,
    But then again, too few to mention.
    I did what I had to do
    And saw it through without exemption.

    I planned each charted course –
    Each careful step along the byway,
    And more, much more than this,
    I did it my way.

    Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew,
    When I bit off more than I could chew,
    But through it all, when there was doubt,
    I ate it up and spit it out.
    I faced it all and I stood tall
    And did it my way.

    I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried,
    I’ve had my fill – my share of losing.
    But now, as tears subside,
    I find it all so amusing.

    To think I did all that,
    And may I say, not in a shy way –
    Oh no. Oh no, not me.
    I did it my way.

    For what is a man? What has he got?
    If not himself – Then he has naught.
    To say the things he truly feels
    And not the words of one who kneels.
    The record shows I took the blows
    And did it my way.

    Yes, it was my way.

    Ashley

    Well done boys the was fab .ok so go and get ready il meet you back stage just before we go on ok?

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