The Main Event

The crowd gathers, the noise roars, as the hot May sun drips onto our skin. We're here for the main event it's all anyone talks about but even with all this excitement we don't know what it is. We wait all day moaning and sobbing about the sun stinging us pink some were crying, some were dying. The day passes us by as if time had stopped and our bodies were left beating it took us years to breathe again. The crowd dies, the noise grows quiet, it's time to go home through no event was ever seen.