The lights dimmed low, the curtain held its breath,

A hush fell heavy—this felt like life or death.

Not just a show, but a dream on the edge,

Teetering now on an unspoken pledge.

“Can we stay?” the host asked, voice thin as glass,

The audience frozen, unsure what would pass.

Fingers hovered over buttons, red or green—

The fate of a world caught in a screen.

“We gave you our hearts,” the dancers cried,

“Told our truths,” the singers sighed.

The crew stood still, backs straight, proud—

This wasn’t a moment. This was a vow aloud.

The vote line blinked—numbers crawled,

“6000 Yes,” the message called.

Not for fame or fleeting glow,

But for the love that made it so.

Kids stayed up, whispered prayers through teeth,

Parents smiled at the joy beneath.

The old stage creaked with hopeful grace,

Every spotlight searching for a face.

“Just one more show,” the painter said,

“Just one more story,” the writer pled.

Not perfection, just heart and soul—

That fragile, burning, human goal.

The votes rose fast, a skyward climb,

With every click, a beat in time.

5999… breath held tight—

One more yes to save the night.

Then came the sound—a mighty roar:

6000 Yes. Forever more.