Background Influences

Prologue

        When I walk into the room I’m not that girl who walks in and stops conversations. Imagine her for a second: tall, all legs and breasts, with long hair that flows with the wind. She has perfect skin and great eyes and dresses to impress in skin tight clothing and she just radiates confidence. Well, I’m the girl who comes in after her. I’m the one who tries to hid behind her so I go unnoticed. I’d hold the door open for her simply because I’m so intimidated.

        I’d stumble in behind her, my short hair sticking up in weird directions from the wind and I’d adjust my glasses with my middle finger. I’d have on minimal eye make-up and no foundation leaving you with the sight of my zits, whenever I’m having a breakout. I’m short and stubby, and I’m always wearing a jacket or a loose fitting top.

        And it’s a choice, I made myself the way I am, I use it to be invisible. No one sees me when the other girl walks in. I stick to the sidelines doing my job. What is my job, you may ask. Well, my job is to make things happen. There’s a big man who runs the world despite what some people think and I am his helper. I’m the right hand and the left hand chick. The number two in the sky or whatever. I move the plans of the big guy forward.

        Has something ever happened that seems unexplainable or after one experience a whole lot changes due to that one thing? I’m responsible for that stuff. I lead people to their destiny. Now I know it sounds like we control everything and there’s no real point into making your own decisions or anything because there’s only one destiny but its so wrong.

        Life is like those games where you get a customized ending due to the choices you make. When you make one decision your destiny shifts a little, it’s all up to the person but I’m here to keep things on course. So if you’re headed down the path of being a great singer I’ll help you along. I’ll be the wind that blows the flyer onto your car’s windshield or I’ll be the one to bump you into a producer. Or I’ll be the one to influence the producer into walking by your street performances. Stuff like that, that’s me.

So as you can see I have lots of power with this stuff. And heroines are usually kick-ass beautiful girls but that’s not my role. I’m not the protagonist of some story, I’m an extra. I’m the nameless. No one sees me and that’s how it should be. I can change my appearance, I could make myself the most beautiful girl but that would defeat the purpose of everything. I’d be noticed and I’d make a more permanent effect on people. Guys go for beautiful girls and if I was drop-dead gorgeous I could be distracting someone from finding their soulmate and, yes, soul mates are a real thing.

        I forgot one thing though. Humans are unpredictable; they are an uncontrollable variable in a complex equation. I forgot not everyone stops looking and not everyone is attracted to the same thing.

My power comes to me only when I need it. It’s not uncontrollable either. I see the visions when I need to and then after I see it I always remember it. I have to. A few moments before something needs to happen I will see it then I will be there. I never stay in one play too long and, if I need to be, I can be in multiple places at once.

        I will admit that my attention was divided when I slipped up. It wasn’t anything that seemed like it could have the power to change the course of a life. I simply tripped; that’s all I did. I tripped over my own goddamn feet. Doesn’t sound like much, right? Wrong.