The Sound Of My Voice

8 Crazy Minutes

As I was walking towards Dennis' house, I saw a car go by and honk. Memories of that night were playing in my head. The sound of tires screeching, the sound of glass shattering, the sound of my father's screams. I was then brought back to my world by the sound of Dennis.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well since I'm out here, let's go to that party."

We saw the party from the outside and it already seemed lit.

"Not bad." Melody said.

"Dennis, Melody, you guys made it!" exclaimed Freya.

Freya was talking with that annoying voice of hers while Andy had his arm around her.

"Uh, yeah. Couldn't miss the big party of the year." Melody said.

"I'm just here for snacks." Dennis said.

"Well, enjoy the party. In 15 minutes we'll have a karaoke and the special guest will come after. Melody, you should join the karaoke."

"Karaoke? Like....like singing?"

"Yes, that's how karaoke works."

I remember the time in my childhood where I would sing till my lungs dried out. My mom and brothers never liked it but my dad did. He encouraged me to continue until it became my passion. But the problem is, I haven't done that in 5 years.

"I don't know. It's been so long."

"Well, will you help me set it up then?"

"As long as I don't have to sing."

"Done."

"Should you listen to her?" Dennis asked.

"It's fine, I'm just helping her set up."

"Just be careful. She can't be trusted."

"I'll be fine. Now, let's have some fun."

Dennis and I went to the snack table. There were chips, candy, and even donuts.

"All right everyone, time for karaoke! If you like to join please come to the stage, Melody come help me set up."

I went to help Freya set up.

"I'll be back, I'm going to get the cords. You can set up the microphone."

"Ok."

After Freya left I started getting the microphone. 5 minutes went by and Freya wasn't back yet. What I wasn't expecting was that my fear would come to life. Soon the curtains opened up and a thousand people were looking at me.

"Melody is up, everybody!" exclaimed Freya.

Everything was blurry. I heard my dad's voice, his scream for help, as he took his last life. I was standing there shaking and hyperventilating. I felt sweat dripping down my face. In those 8 crazy minutes, I took the high road and did what I missed for 5 years. I sang. I sang my lungs out and it felt good. I felt free and I heard people cheering me on. In the crowd I saw Freya looking pissed, her plan clearly backfired. Dennis was cheering me on and I saw a guy staring at me. He was dressed nicely for a high school party. After the song was done people were screaming and saying I was a good singer.

"Yes! That's my girl!" shouted Dennis.

"That was intense."

"Good job."

I turned around and saw Freya.

"You managed to get over your dumb fear and get people to love your voice. But just wait, people will hate you once they find out what you did."

"What are you talking about, Freya?" asked Dennis.

"You know what I'm talking about. I know your secret."

"What secret?" asked Melody.

"I know what you did to your father."