“Do Your Worst, For I Will Do Mine.” Runway Tickets

“The bridge has closed.
The last beast has fallen.
Pain is Vindication.
I got my sword, my favorite jacket.
So Do Your Worst. For I Will Do Mine.”

Runway Show Tickets.
July 20th
14366 Ventura Blvd
Sherman Oaks, CA
Second Floor.
91423

DOORS OPEN 7:30PM
SHOW STARTS AT 8PM SHARP

DRESS CODE THEME: What you would wear in battle.

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Show Notes:

Fortitude is endearing. Yet scathing.
He must massacre all the beasts in the forest.
Watching each one fall, one by one.
He is not worried by how swiftly each cut deeply he swings for.
How many times he’s attempted.
But as to how much synergy the beasts & him once had.

After chomping almost all beasts, He’s staggering, but conscious.
The red From his nose seethes.
As his jacket hugs his shoulder. There’s one last beast.
The tallest of all. The most daunting task he’s been awarded.
This tall task has shown him wonder, from
roses to destruction.
100 days has made him older, since he’s seen it’s face.
He strikes and strikes, and strikes the same way he use to with the last
No avail.

He realizes his mistakes, he’s got nowhere to run, the night will go on, with or without him.

The New approach is letting go. Using the opportunity of he may die from this battle but making amends.
The mental and physical barriers are gone.
His new strike is a direct hit
To the Neck.
The beast staggers and flashes him back. Getting him good .
All the memories flash.
Seeping from his veins.
This time he doesn’t fear death.
He strikes the beast where if hurts most.
The heart.

One blow
Two blows
Three blows.
His anger is taking over,
Four blows.
His painful return as he’s screaming agony.
After The Fifth blow he realizes, it’s over. It’s finally over. He’s done it.

He realizes, his award for his tribulations was the greatest thing he could ask for.
Pain. Vindication. he can outwit not only the powerful beast, but out perform his old ways. Setting the new tone for his future endeavors.

As the bridge closes behind him, he raises his torn mascaraed jacket. His amor of glory , sword raised high as his bow can let him.
Shouts
Do Your Worst. For I Will Do Mine.