Today's #flashfiction Roy's Singing

"I've got all the time in the world."
Big Ben* #quote

Seizures were down today so that's good news. Also no alien invasions on my side of the block so that;s good news as well. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

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. He performed to bring that memory to him until the day he died in accident that headlined every newspaper.

         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.