It's day THREE of Stacy Bennett-Hoyt's (AKA @rowanwolf66) festively fabulous 12 Days of Christmas blog hop.
12 Days, 12 Stories, each 200-300 words. The contest theme is gifts and each day has a prompt. Today's is:
“I’ll give her the gift of song,” the Lilac Fairy said, bending over the cradle. “Song so sweet the birds will rise and echo her every word.”
“Lovely,” said the babe’s mother fondly, smoothing her downy head.
That had been her chance to say no. That had been her chance to say, “How about good looks? Charisma? Sporting prowess?”
That was fifteen years ago. If
fairy godmother had showed her face at The Fairytale Forest Café she would have
stuck her in the eye with a fork. The birds rose when she opened her mouth, in
a great big twittering cloud.
That was pretty freaky. Especially when they pooped on your mates.
Then there were the detentions. It was a liability to sing every time a teacher asked you the question. They had a tendency to think you were being a smart arse. Hours of writing lines – lyrics, mainly – had a way of building resentment in a girl.
And then there were guys. No one wanted a girlfriend who burst into song at the drop of a hat. Didn’t matter how sweet you sounded, if you were singing like a musical theatre star in the middle of a football match. It was embarrassing.
She was so sunk in her troubles that she barely noticed the guy at the corner table, his teeth shining like a lighthouse again his perma-tan. Course she sang his order. She couldn’t help that, any more than she could help wanting to punch him when he grinned.
“Hi kid,” he said, holding out his card. “My name is Simon Cowell. You may have heard of me. I think you might have what I’m looking for.”
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