Ro's a diva

Ro's a diva?

Later that afternoon we went to a shay sports bar. It had Karokie night (How do you spell that?) and there was a contest. It was a best singer of old songs that have passed away a long time ago contest. At least what the sign said. I guess I could give it a try I wasn't a very good singer but it would be fun to see how far I could get. Maybe I could win it would just bring extra cash into my pocket/ Zee just smiled as I asked to enter before he nodded. I think he wanted to see how far I would get. The prize was ten thousand creds. I bet I didn't have a chance to win.

The rules where no new stuff. It had to be over twenty years old so from 2015- to how ever far back you had a song. You had to be alone singing. You could pick any style as long as you could sing it. So I guess rapping was out for a lot of people. Also it had to be a song on a record so no made up songs. Also you had to be nonprofessional. Wow I could follow all those rules.

There were about thirty contestants I was the last entry. I sat down at a table with Zee he smiled at me while I watched the competition. Most of them weren't too bad some where really good but only about five. Most people got no higher than a seven or eight.

Soon in a half an hour's time since some people where kicked off before they finished the song ended because they where so bad. I heard the sound of a guitar as I started to sing. I walked up grabbing the microphone looking at Zee the whole time to get rid of my nervousness.

Hey little sister what have you done

Hey little sister who's the only one

Hey little sister who's your superman

Hey little sister who's the one you want

Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little sister what have you done

Hey little sister who's the only one

I've been away for so long (so long)

I've been away for so long (so long)

I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again (come on)

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home

There is nothin' fair in this world

There is nothin' safe in this world

And there's nothin' sure in this world

And there's nothin' pure in this world

Look for something left in this world

Start again

Come on

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again.

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

The crowd at least did boo at me yet. The song ended. A bunch of people stood up and started clapping, cheering, etc. I wondered why. The host of the whole karoke contest came up and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Wasn't she great?" Everyone cheered whistled or some other type of appreciation.

"What is you name?"

"Ro Rowen."

"Ro you are a one of the finalist." I just shrugged my shoulders as I walked off the stage. "We have two finalist who will sing the same song one after the other. Ro Rowen will pick the song." I looked at the list and picked a song I had heard before. I would have the advantage since I knew some of the words.

"The song I choose is called Walk on by U2."

"Ro Rowen since you got the slightly higher score you get to choose who goes first."

"I will go after her."

She sang pretty well. I had heard the song before. So I already knew the song. She didn't seem to know it as well.

"And love is not the easy thing,

The only baggage that you can bring…

And love is not the easy thing…

The only baggage you can bring

Is all you can't leave behind…"

"And if the darkness is to keep us apart,

And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off,

And if your glass heart should crack,

And for a second you turn back,

Oh no, be strong."

"Walk on, walk on,

What you got they can't steal,

No they can't even feel it,

Walk on, walk on…

Stay safe tonight,"

"You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us have been,

A place that has to be believed to be seen,

You could of flown away,

A singing bird in an open cage,

Who will only fly, only fly for freedom," I looked over at Zee who seemed very interested up on the stage where I was singing. He gave me a reassuring nod over to only me.

"Walk on, Walk on,

What you've got they can't deny.

Can't sell it, Can't buy it,

Walk on, walk on,

Stay safe tonight,"

"And I know it aches,

And you heart it breaks,

And you can only take so much,

Walk on, walk on,"

"Home… hard to know what it is if you've never had one,

Home… I cant say where it is but I know I'm going home,

That's where the hurt is,"

"I know it aches,

How your heart breaks,

And you can only take so much,

Walk on, Walk on."

"Leave it behind,

You've got to leave it behind,

All that you fashion,

All that you make,

All that you build,

All that you break,

All that you measure,

All that you steal,

All this you can leave it behind,

All that reason,

All that you sense

All that you speak

All you dress up,

All the you scheme…"

I bowed at the end remembering why I had heard it before. I listened to it on the radio the night before I ran away from my home with the Morgan's. "Ro you scored a perfect score. You are the winner. Here is your prize." He placed a tiara on my head and gave me some roses. I would give some of them to Zee and the 10,000 creds.

"Do you have anybody you would like to thank?"

"Yes, I dedicated Walk On and White Wedding Day to Zee my best friend. Who I thought of the songs because of him." Zee seemed to smile proudly at me. I walked down the stage over to him. Taking his arm dragging him out of the bar. We walked down the streets. He looked at the flowers that I handed him.

"Hey Ro I never knew you could sing like that." He said after smelling the flowers.

"Well there's a lot of things you don't know about me Zee."

"Really tell me?"

"No probably not but anyway I do have some things I like to do like hobbies."

"Ro did you really mean what you said on the stage?"

"Yeah why Zee having doubts again?"

"No I was just wondering."

"Well I'm glad I entered the contest."

"I am too." We sat in the car for a few minutes looking at the stars till I turn around looking at him. Stepping out of the car, Zee followed wordlessly.

"Zee do you have a wish besides getting your freedom?" I asked grabbing his arm.

"Well I do but you promise you won't laugh."

"I promise." We walked together down the street where a soft breeze seems to start. It felt refreshing the sea breeze.

"I want to be human so if I get my freedom I will be as close as possible to my wish."

"Zee I wouldn't laugh at that. That is a good wish for yourself especially with your good intentions. Maybe one day your wish will come true."

"I hope so." It was barely six thirty. We spent an hour and half there I figured why not go somewhere else.