Today's story is
odd because it's "normal". I wrote a non-scifi/fantasy story today, but
not because my friend brought up the point I didn't usually write
them and “challenged” me to do one. (For those who don't
remember/weren't there for it I wrote a non-sci-fi fantasy story
about Prohibition Era America awhile ago when my friend brought up that I didn't
do that kinda stuff and said I should write some stuff that isn't
scifi/fantasy to get out of my comfort zone) but today I wrote the
story because I came up with what I think is a good story idea that
isn't sci-fi or fantasy or surreal so I wrote it. Writing
“contemporary”, “normal” or whatever you call it is out of my
comfort zone but whatever. I hope you enjoy it!
Roy's
Singing
Roy Scottson
had become the number one singer in America, no, the world. His
talent was awe inspiring. But it wasn't the talent that sold the CDs
and tickets. People enjoyed his performances because of his passion.
That passion that all those music critics, snobby or casual, ask for
in their stars, he had more than any star before him. He filled every
single one of his performances with real passion.
Thing is he
actually hated singing.
The passion in
his performances didn't come from singing, dancing or playing guitar
but it came from the crowd. But not the crowd themselves. When they
cheered it brought back the memory of the night that he met his wife.
He met her at karaoke night where his friends dared him to perform
because he hated getting in front of crowds. While he was singing
and finding out he actually had talent their eyes met in a
lovey-dovey romance movie fashion. After he performed she walked up
to him and they hit it right off. Too perfect to be true but it was.
Despite his talent he didn't sing for years afterward, he didn't like
it, it felt awkward and harsh to him on his throat.
But after his
wife died he went to a restaurant with his friend. But before he
ordered his friend said to him. “Hey this place has karaoke! Didn't
you meet your wife because I dared you to do it?” His friend
convinced him to do it in memory of his wife despite his reluctance.
When he performed and it brought back the old memory in such
wonderful vividness he loved it and ever since whenever he performed
in front of crowd the memory returned. He became addicted to the
memory. Stalking karaoke joints and sometimes skipping meals. When he
got a contract from a company he never stopped going on tour. Singing
itself still felt awkward and harsh on his throat, and it wasn't
something any cough drops could fix it was how his vocal cords were
set up, but he always wanted to re-experience that memory. Though he
had to perform in front of a crowd to bring back the memory, simply
singing in the shower wouldn't do. So until the day he died in
accident that headlined every newspaper he performed to bring that
memory to him.
Then there was
Amanda. One of the few people in the world who didn't like Roy
Scottson's singing, at times she even hated some of the melodies. But
for many years after Roy's death she kept his albums and listened to
his songs. This was because they brought back memories of her dead
father, a massive Roy Scottson fan.
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