Not mine, unfortunately. Enjoy!
Prologue
The emergency room nurse yawned and listened to the radio. A bored cleaning woman mopped the floor.
"Up next, we've got a world premiere," the radio DJ said. "Remember where you were when you heard this song, because your life may never be the same. Take it away, Madonna!"
Madonna's voice rang out, "You must be my lucky star…"
The emergency room doors slammed open. A pregnant woman screamed. A doctor ran on one side of her stretcher and an ambulance attendant on the other.
"She's about to give birth!" the ambulance driver shouted.
"Hold on!" yelled the doctor.
The woman screamed again. The stretcher pounded through another set of doors marked LABOR ROOM SEVEN.
A hospital administrator rushed in carrying a giant gift basket with a balloon welcoming St. Genevieve Hospital's ten-thousandth baby. His assistant carried a huge check, made out to the baby's college fund.
The woman howled. There was a slap. Then a baby's cry.
No one noticed two shooting stars fire across the sky, crossing each other's paths. For a fleeting moment, their sparkling trails left a giant X in the dark night sky.