I couldn't believe it. This was the sort of stuff I dreamed of. I felt like I was in a dream. That I was supposed to wake up now. I could see Makayla's face off to the side of the stage. She was so proud of me. I've never seen that face before.
Before I knew it, I was getting chants for an encore. "Who wants to hear an original?" I asked nervously, but then the entire crowd erupted in applause and whistles. "I can live with this," I mumble to myself before smiling at the crowd. "Alright. I'm going to run to the bathroom and the show continues." I have Makayla escort me to the restroom.
"Swap me outfits." Said, Makayla.
"Okay sure but why?" I ask
"Because my dress has shorts and can be tied up or worn down. You can do a dramatic skirt drop and still be covered." Makayla said, with great ideas.
"That's... A fantastic idea." I smiled at Makayla. Swapping my tank top and jeans for her high-low romper. Quickly tying up the skirt in the front making it into a mini-like skirt.
"Alright you ready to go kick some ass?" Asks Makayla.
"Fuck yeah!" I said.
I kept my head held high as all eyes were on me. Striving in my dream like state. Then walking back onto the stage. "Hey Y'all" I wave with a huge smile plastered on my face.
"So I said you guy's would be getting an original from me. Is that alright?" I ask
The half drunken, half sober crowd breaks out in a cheerful glisten as they celebrate. I love pop music but myself have always been more of a folk musician as it better suited my voice.
Walking off to the stage side I ask the DJ to play something folkloric and whimsical. To which he does while I pull up a stool.
"Once upon a time,
I used to make up rhymes.
Alway's following the signs.
Head low, and walk the tight rope on the straight line
Arms tangled in trying vines and lines I always waltzed across.
Water springs from the fountain again
Dancing in the rain in your cardigan.
Driving your car to your favorite building.
Standing in line at your favorite restaurant with anticipation
Staring at your own reflection
The hope to dance at your own reception
Reflection, Anticipation, Reception.
Reflection after the fall
When you lose it all
Anticipation, as you anticipate it all to fall apart.
Reflection in the after math, always here together, to hold it all together when it fall falls apart.
The reception when you still have each other
The reception of "I love you" and the apologies
The reflection after the storm
Reception when you've weathered it before.
Proved wrong the lore
Love is strong forevermore
The time you all wake up
The time you realize it's raining
The perfect rhyme that puts you to sleep at night.
The perfect timing of a forever romance' kiss.
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