“It comes with
a money back guarantee.”
Wile E.
Coyote* #quote
Today I'm going
to work with Dad on my costume armor. Anyway onto the flash fiction.
She Wanted
To Sing
A little girl
named Samantha wanted to learn how to sing. She tried at the talent
show in the little rose covered dress of hers and pigtails but she
failed miserably. Her horrid singing voice scared animals and people
had difficulty faking smiles for support and could only contort
painful grimaces.
But she kept
trying. And trying. For a decade until she was sixteen. Her singing
voice still rang just as horrible and sometimes even worse. It
eventually began to humiliate her. Yet she desired to sing so much.
Her mother sang her the most beautiful songs before passing away and
she wanted to be able such great songs. Samantha adored the sounds
that pulled her into sleep. And people knew what a great singer her
mother was, she even made a living at it, which made her horrid voice
even more offensive and an embarrassment.
There existed
more to this girl than a desire to sing. A brilliant mind with
curiosity and talent in machines. One day when looking at a speaker
one day she mixed the two parts of herself with a single idea.
Samantha realized that maybe since some genetic accident robbed her
of her mother's innate talent to sing and made her voice a nightmare
she could just fix it. When people have bad legs they are replaced.
She had a bad voice. She could replace that.
She became
obsessed with fixing her embarrassment. And out of fear someone would
try to stop her she kept it a secret. She researched voice changing
technology all through college and got a job in computers that let
her work at home. But also she began to go to college to study
medical disciplines afterward. Not for any degree. Just for her
project. Though she all claimed it for just curiosity.
Time and money
manifested into a finished product after many failures and months of
cycling despair and hope. It installed externally to her throat so
she would have to do minimal surgery to herself. She only needed to
numb herself with injections instead of hiring a surgeon and letting
someone in on her secret. She home-brewed the painkillers.
For her first
performance in years she wore an extremely expensive scarf to hide
the vocal device. The high price of the scarf was only to convince
people that it was merely a fashion statement to wear even indoors
and during hot days.
She sung for
her family first. It shocked them that she produced any noise that
didn't terrify animals. The device changed her voice to something
divine when she sang. Even in the recital of something as simple as
Mary Had A Little Lamb the family's hearts filled with a warmth
similar to the sensation of solace next to a fireplace in winter.
Over time
Samantha's audience grew and she performed for the whole world. Even
those that didn't understand her words became soothed by them. The
fame and adoration made her happy and rich. She married a good
husband, despite the Hollywood habits of messy divorces and dramatic
matrimony.
By the time she
stood on the stage at the height of her fame when crowds cheered for
her eagerly waiting for her to sing she had forgotten why she
originally wanted to sing so badly.
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