Sharona's Hidden Talent
(6 months after the story 'Sharandy's Secret')
Summit, NJ
Sharona sat at the computer desk tapping away at the computer. (Probably on facebook or something.) Benji was on the couch texting away. We never should have gotten him that phone. And he's lucky the texting is unlimited! And I…I was playing Guitar Hero. It was Saturday and I hardly get any time off, so when I do I tend to enjoy it. There I was playing Bark at the Moon and singing along 'Ozzy style!' Well apparently... I got a little carried away. As Sharona says I was jumping up and down and singing way off key." She told me she couldn't take it anymore, her migraine was getting worse and the 'screeching' would give her miscarriage.
I told her to "Take some Advil and chill down." Those might not have been the best words to say to an emotional pregnant woman with a migraine. She started to get up and yell at me, so my excuse was, "Honey, calm down. Getting all worked up like this can't be good for the baby! Here, why don't you lay down and I get the Advil for you?"
She laid down on the couch and I threw a fleece blanket over her. It was a special fleece blanket though... It was the one Monk and Natalie sent when they got back to San Francisco after hearing that Sharona was pregnant. It was light pink with baby blue polka dots. I then proceeded to the bathroom, grabbed the Advil, got her a glass of water from the kitchen, and handed them to her. She took them and calmed down a little bit. Enough, at least, for me to continue on Guitar Hero again. I chose to play a song she liked hoping she wouldn't take out her hatred of the song on me. Hit me with your best shot!
"Why don't you hit me with your best shot!" I jerked my head up to see her...singing. She was actually very good! I fumbled around for the pause button under the whammy bar. A 'ka klunk' rang out as I missed a few notes.
"Wow!" I said, turning to face her. "You can sing?"
"Yes, I can! FYI!" Benji looked up interested in where this conversation was heading. "If catholic school teaches you one thing... it's how to sing. I was in show choir for three years." Benji's jaw dropped and I'm pretty sure mine did too.
"Will you sing something for us?" I asked her, feeling really guilty as an 'aware husband' for not knowing something like this.
"I suppose," she griped, but I know she wanted to! She got up and waddled over to the 'junk cabinet' under our TV, then began rummaging through the cassette tapes. In about five minutes she had dug out the one she was searching for and put it in the CD/Cassette player, which I didn't even know still worked. I helped her back up and helped her back over to her previous spot, facing Benji and me.
"Fame! I'm gonna live forever!..." Benji and I were astonished! She had an amazing voice! "Wow, mom! Why haven't I ever heard you sing?" She shrugged.
"This makes me look like a low life loser...with a band...who can't sing."
She kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, but you're my low life loser!" Even though she was insulting me she had a sweet way of doing it. And I loved her for it.
"People will see me and cry. Fame!..."