Pentas

Lorong ke dewan terang-benderang. Kosong tiada manusia. Aiman tolak pintu bertampal kertas tercoret “Madam Rita’s Open Audition”. Gelap.

“Berdiri di tanda ‘X’ dan mula menyanyi,” kata satu bayang besar di bangku penonton.

“Terus nyanyi?” Tanya Aiman sambil memanjat tangga pentas.

“Ya. Sing.”

“Lagu…lagu apa, madam?”

“Can’t you just sing for God’s sake! Negaraku, lagu raya, whatever!”

Aiman capai mikrofon. Terjatuh. Bunyi bingit bergema. Bayang itu mendengus, kertas di tangannya dilempar ke pentas.

“Nyanyiiiiiiii!!!”

Aiman panik. Mikrofon bergolek hilang dari bawah cahaya lampu sorot. Aiman menggagau dalam samar.

Bila Aiman mendongak, bayang itu membesar, mendaki tangga.

“Kalau ada stage fright, jangan datang audition aku! Faham!?” Madam Rita berdiri satu kaki depan Aiman.

Aiman bingkas bangun. Aiman rentap mikrofon di tangan. Tak sedar wayarnya berselirat di bawah kaki Madam Rita. Terlilit di betisnya. Madam Rita jatuh. Ke bawah pentas. Kepala dahulu.

Aiman tertiarap atas pentas. Mikrofon masih digenggam. Aiman menjenguk ke bawah pentas. Aiman hidu hanyir darah. Aiman dengar bunyi nafas. Perlahan, tersekat-sekat, kemudian senyap.

“Oh, shit.”

***

Lorong ke dewan terang-benderang. Kosong tiada manusia. Haida tolak pintu bertampal kertas.

“Madam Rita’s Open Audition.
Live and die on the stage.”


Haida nampak satu susuk besar terbaring. Haida nampak merah. Haida jerit.

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