I have waited years for this day. My sister Val turns to me and grins. She is the sun – bronze-brown skin glowing, a bright smile spread across her gorgeous face. She indirectly got us the gig since she knows the guy that ran the annual air show that was held in our small city every spring. We are going to get to perform five of our new songs near the entrance as people are milling about, waiting for the show to begin.
“Hi guys!” Val’s friend, Adam, approaches the stage as we’re setting up. Val hugs him and thanks him for giving us a chance.
“Wait – what’s with all the equipment?” Adam asks. “I thought you guys were like, you know, that old singing group Beyonce used to be in. A bunch of singing and sexy dance moves.”
I look down at my flannel shirt, tank top and battered jeans. Not very conducive to sexy dance moves.
“Val didn’t tell you?” I ask as I strap my guitar across my chest and shake my long braids out of my eyes. “We’re rockers.”
I start warming up, breaking into my favorite guitar solo, as the entire park seems to pause for a moment and stare.
For Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
Inspired by this news item. While I agree that Prince was one-of-a-kind and there will never be another like him, I think there are many innovative, talented people from all walks of life who are waiting to shine, if we only give them a chance to be themselves.