Lights up. Like the prologue, Riley Kendall is the only one on stage. The microphone is back in his hand. He lifts his head, exhales, and gives one last speech, directly to the audience.
Riley: I came down with a high fever on that dreaded night. When I woke up, I had to face my bandmates. I tried telling them I was alright, but every time I spoke, my voice hurt more. We were given no other choice. My voice was too badly damaged, and we didn’t have a backup singer. We had to return home. I didn’t know how I was going to face my wife and daughter when we got back. I thought about that the entire car ride home. I was frightened. I was scared that if I didn’t fix my voice, I’d might have to leave the band. When we got home, I saw the fear in Clarissa’s eyes as well as Mallory’s. When my fever left, I tried singing while staring at myself in a mirror, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. Two weeks later, it was revealed that I’d have to get vocal surgery, and surgery meant that I couldn’t sing anymore. I was heartbroken. Before the surgery, I managed to write one last song. It was known as “Goodbye”. The lyrics went like this. (He exhales and speaks the lyrics.)
Before I leave
I have to say
That I’m sorry
I’m sorry I let you down
I’m sorry I let you drown
But there’s no changing it
All I can say now is goodbye
(He sighs.)
It was soon a week before the surgery, and for my departure, I sang “Goodbye” and told my bandmates that they could remain strong without me. We all become choked up throughout the song, but I believe in my band. I knew it wasn’t me that made the Dreaded Miracles special, but it was our talents and how all our hearts were beating as one. Though I’m not singing anymore, I am still writing songs, and I’m fortunate to have a daughter and a wife who love me. Together, we are one giant family. Also, Christopher, Conner, and Max will always be my brothers. Nothing can break the bond between all four of us. After all, we are The Dreaded Miracles! (He nods his head, and all members of the cast appear behind him.) I understand that it was my obsessive-compulsive addiction (OCD) that caused the band to fall, but I guess there’s a bittersweet ending to my mistake. I want to thank you all for listening to my story. Thank you. Have a nice day. (He waves and backs up to join the middle of the cast.)
They join hands and take a bow. Lights down.
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and then Add to home screen.