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Shutting her eyes, Helen tried to imagine she was alone, just me and the music, she thought as the lyrics flowed out of her mouth. Wow, I sound great, she thought as she sang her heart out, oh, don’t stop, please, sultry thoughts began to invade her brain.
Meanwhile, her co-workers watched with raised eyebrows as Helen stood rigidly there in front of the screen like a statue while each lyric that were coming from her lips sounded flat, like she was reading the words in a monotone. One of the co-workers asked in a whisper, “what do you think she’s doing,” as another commented, “do you think she knows?”
Okay, here’s comes the high note, Helen thought and raised a hand in the air as she hit that high note, “you-ooh-ooh….” before holding there for a moment. Behind her, her co-workers cheered and clapped, “Yay, Helen,” one said while another reached for the microphone, “my turn,” as Helen sat down next to her co-worker, heart still pounding, “Whew, that was… something.”
Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Flat”.
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Aww, that’s tough
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I am glad it sounded great to Helen. The others can now take their turns.
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As long as no one tells her.
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i hope she never realizes how she sounds to others!
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Me too.
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I have to admire her confidence!
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Wish I have her confidence.
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It’s one reason I always say my husband sings in the church choir and I help the choir by not singing.
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😂😂😂
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Ignorance may be bliss, but supportive friends/colleagues soften the blow when the truth is revealed. Clever, Yinglan!
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I think Helen may be in the habit of escaping to her mind when she gets nervous but I do hope her coworkers don’t ruin it for her.
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