Sing!

Chapter Seventeen: Sold Out

WITHOUT MUSIC TO DECORATE IT, TIME IS JUST A BUNCH OR BORING PRODUCTION DEADLINES OR DATES BY WITCH BILLS MUST BE PAID.

|Oscar Wilde|

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It is a new day. The sun finally shines above the sky after dreadful clouds covering it for weeks. It seems to have had a gorgeous makeover while hiding behind in its private room. The yolk looking sun has turned from yellowish brown to golden. Everyone is coming out and enjoying the warm and beautiful day, feeling the gentle heat.

Elsa and a small crowd of seniors stood outside a small building. The building was what used to be Phil's Gym of which Phil's best student, Hercules had bought and intended to surprise Phile. Phil's surprise was given early and the seniors were granted access to use its premises for their production.

"All right, you guys, "Elsa announced as she gained everyone's attention, "they're gonna close our school," Elsa announced which earned a few moans and groans, "we cant stop them. They're telling us we're not worth anything," the crowd scoff, knowing full well what they were capable of and what they were worth, "Mr Cricket has put his ass on the line for use to prove different, so we've got to do everything we can away from the school so nobody on the board of ed finds out," Elsa announced while everyone nodded, "I don't know the other class are hiding out to rehearse, but you got to remember that he or she got Miss Odie," Elsa reminded them all as they all cringed and sighed, "and we all know Miss Odie. She doesn't take defeat likely."

No Mama Odie did not take defeat likely. She hated defeat. Not once had she ever used the word. Mistakes, errors, problems that had not been solved, those were her preferred terms. Defeat was a word never to be used. Defeat was surrender and surrender was cowardice.

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"Let's get something straight!" Odie yelled to all her student as they listened to intently.

The junior class had taken the small Brooklyn theatre as their place of base. Poppy's father owned the small theatre and with some encouragement from poppy permitted for the juniors to use the theatre for their place of work. So the juniors set to work, swiftly.

"We either gonna make history or we gonna be history," Odie announced pessimistically, "you think you're tired now, well you ain't seen nothing yet," Odie assured them all as she shook her head, "you think you got a winning show," Odie moved across the strange, glancing to all her peers and the who had volunteered to help, "well you better pick up the pace right now or we might as well pack up a bun and go home," Odie sneered as she addressed the entire group, "now get back to work," Odie ordered and people obeyed immediately.

"Take it from the top," Odie commanded as she turned to the bad who lay behind her silently. Observing Travis talking to Kristoff who was on base, Odie questioned, "You got something you want to add?"

Travis casually left, not wanting to bicker against Odie as he was sure to lose.

"I didn't want to have to do this," Oddie asserted as she looked towards Kristoff who began to pick at his strings to the beat of the music, "but it's like I always said, you got to get 'em on their feet before you can kick them in the ass. Now give me that," Oddie grasped the lyrics that lay on the counter.

"I've got my eye on you...I send my thoughts straight in your direction..." Odie's voice was smooth, clean, quiet and yet powerful. Soothing in a way. Swells of power rose up in her throat. Her voice was music, and grace,  and the haunting feeling of knowing that her voice was brought out in a fit of rage, of pain.