Curtain Call

[Curtain Call ]
[Verse 1]
Another late night, lipstick on the mic
Same song, same smoke, same velvet lights
They say I'm a star, I say I'm just tired
But I sing it like gospel, set the room on fire
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need your roses, don’t need your cheers
I’ve cashed my soul for these chandelier tears
[Chorus]
This is my curtain call—don’t get it twisted
Not my swan song, just another night I risked it
Money bought me silence, not peace at all
I don’t want your praise—I want the damn music to call
[Verse 2]
Used to play for dimes in a basement bar
Now they flood me in diamonds, forget who you are
I smile on stage, heels digging in the floor
Sing my truth while they beg me for more
[Pre-Chorus]
I clock in at dusk, clock out when I’m done
A melody’s soldier, I march to no one
[Chorus]
This is my curtain call—not a farewell
Just another lie I make sound like a spell
You hear glamour, I hear duty’s call
This ain’t about fame—it’s the music that hauls
[Bridge – low and smoky, like a backstage monologue]
Every note, every line, every damn rehearsal
I bled into vinyl while they made it commercial
But the song?
The song still knows my name.
[Final Chorus – more stripped, rawer delivery]
This is my curtain call, no glitter to sweep
Just a woman, a mic, and a promise to keep
If the crowd don’t clap, if the house should fall—
The music’ll find me.
That’s my curtain call.

sultry female voice,violin, rock saxophone, piano, bass. Builds with brass, guitar, jazz, sax, strings, orchestral end