Ok, I have a note to make: the part where Adam wrote, "she's in the arms of
the angel" was supposed to be like, REALLY tiny letters. It wasn't gigantic
or anything. Just FYI ya know, hee...
Luvies,
Krista
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Adam wheeled in his sculpture. Ugh. It never occurred to him how heavy these things were until HE was pulling them.
"Adam Rove?" A small black woman with a clipboard walked toward him. "Sculpture name, 'Jane'?"
"Yup." Adam said, stopping for a well-deserved break. "That's me."
"Well, Mr. Rove, you are setting up right over... there." She pointed to a very close spot, near the entrance. "Number 19."
'Thank God.' He thought. The sculpture was getting really heavy.
"Don't mention it." She said.
Adam looked up slightly. "Um...?"
She laughed. "Yes, it's me." She leaned closer, whispering softly. "I know the Art section is first, but stick around for the Music."
Adam grimaced. "You want me to stick around and listen to voices that would make Simon Cowell fall to the ground in agony?"
God smiled. "Let's just say there will be some... interesting singers tonight. Trust me."
Adam rolled his eyes. "Riiiiiiiight..."
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Joan's heart was beating like a rabbit. Every time she tried to sing, her voice cracked and wavered.
"They can't expect me to perform like this!" she wailed.
"Oh, yes they can." Another contestant muttered. "And trust me, they WILL."
Joan smiled meekly at the man- only to realize it was Cute Boy God.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she hissed.
"Cheering you on." God smiled. "Oh, look- you're next."
Joan turned around. The announcer motioned for her to come onstage.
Joan took a deep breath and walked up to him.
The announcer gave the crowd a big smile. "And now, Joan Girardi!"
As she waited for the music to start, she quickly scanned the crowd.
Mom, Dad, Luke, and Kevin were all clustered around the middle of the auditorium, smiling up at her encouragingly.
She smiled, her heart still beating, when it abruptly stopped. Adam's face gazed up at her as she began the beginning lyrics of her song. Her heart broke as she saw two tears roll down his cheek.
"Oh, Adam..." she thought. "This must remind you of your mother. I'm so sorry."
Encouraged by this thought, she sang to the best of her abilities so he'd at least have one good memory of her: her, standing up on the stage, singing her heart out.
For him. All for him.
As she sang the final chord, she tried to catch a glimpse of her family. They were beaming up at her, and she knew she'd at least sung decently.
Then she heard it. The sound of people clapping, the audience rising to give her a standing ovation.
She smiled, and enjoyed it while it lasted.
Backstage, she was surprised to find Adam waiting for her.
"Uh, hi..." she said in a small voice.
Adam just glared at her. "What was that for? Do you LIKE messing with my head? Did you know that song reminds me so much of my mother, it hurts?"
Joan, couldn't speak, she only felt the tears running down her face.
"I told you it'd be good for you to enter." Said a stage director.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE NOW?" screamed Joan and Adam together.
They froze, and looked at each other.
"No... way..." Adam breathed.
Joan just stared.
Adam knew about God?
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MUAHAHAHAHHAHAH!! I'm sorry, it's the return of the cliffhanger!! You know the drill, you review, I update, we all go home happy!
Luvies,
*~Krista~*
Luvies,
Krista
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Adam wheeled in his sculpture. Ugh. It never occurred to him how heavy these things were until HE was pulling them.
"Adam Rove?" A small black woman with a clipboard walked toward him. "Sculpture name, 'Jane'?"
"Yup." Adam said, stopping for a well-deserved break. "That's me."
"Well, Mr. Rove, you are setting up right over... there." She pointed to a very close spot, near the entrance. "Number 19."
'Thank God.' He thought. The sculpture was getting really heavy.
"Don't mention it." She said.
Adam looked up slightly. "Um...?"
She laughed. "Yes, it's me." She leaned closer, whispering softly. "I know the Art section is first, but stick around for the Music."
Adam grimaced. "You want me to stick around and listen to voices that would make Simon Cowell fall to the ground in agony?"
God smiled. "Let's just say there will be some... interesting singers tonight. Trust me."
Adam rolled his eyes. "Riiiiiiiight..."
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Joan's heart was beating like a rabbit. Every time she tried to sing, her voice cracked and wavered.
"They can't expect me to perform like this!" she wailed.
"Oh, yes they can." Another contestant muttered. "And trust me, they WILL."
Joan smiled meekly at the man- only to realize it was Cute Boy God.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she hissed.
"Cheering you on." God smiled. "Oh, look- you're next."
Joan turned around. The announcer motioned for her to come onstage.
Joan took a deep breath and walked up to him.
The announcer gave the crowd a big smile. "And now, Joan Girardi!"
As she waited for the music to start, she quickly scanned the crowd.
Mom, Dad, Luke, and Kevin were all clustered around the middle of the auditorium, smiling up at her encouragingly.
She smiled, her heart still beating, when it abruptly stopped. Adam's face gazed up at her as she began the beginning lyrics of her song. Her heart broke as she saw two tears roll down his cheek.
"Oh, Adam..." she thought. "This must remind you of your mother. I'm so sorry."
Encouraged by this thought, she sang to the best of her abilities so he'd at least have one good memory of her: her, standing up on the stage, singing her heart out.
For him. All for him.
As she sang the final chord, she tried to catch a glimpse of her family. They were beaming up at her, and she knew she'd at least sung decently.
Then she heard it. The sound of people clapping, the audience rising to give her a standing ovation.
She smiled, and enjoyed it while it lasted.
Backstage, she was surprised to find Adam waiting for her.
"Uh, hi..." she said in a small voice.
Adam just glared at her. "What was that for? Do you LIKE messing with my head? Did you know that song reminds me so much of my mother, it hurts?"
Joan, couldn't speak, she only felt the tears running down her face.
"I told you it'd be good for you to enter." Said a stage director.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE NOW?" screamed Joan and Adam together.
They froze, and looked at each other.
"No... way..." Adam breathed.
Joan just stared.
Adam knew about God?
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MUAHAHAHAHHAHAH!! I'm sorry, it's the return of the cliffhanger!! You know the drill, you review, I update, we all go home happy!
Luvies,
*~Krista~*