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#13-Sing:
"You ready, Sam?"
Sam nodded, heading into the auditorium. It was rehearsal time and Sam was ready to sing her heart out. Yes, sing. Sam could sing and her voice was quite a secret to many. But not that day. Sam had an opportunity to express her feelings through song.
Mr. A was the voice director and sat on a simple chair. He was alone, a long table in front of him. He drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for Sam to come, which she did almost on cue.
Following behind her were several members from her band and Mr. A's co-worker. Sam smiled at Mr. A who responded by standing up.
"Good afternoon, Miss Puckett," Mr. A greeted. Sam said nothing, but walked up to the stage where several individual microphones were scattered.
"I'm so pleased that you were able to come!" Mr. A said.
"Pleasure," Sam replied, looking up at him. He suddenly pulled out a file.
"I read your song. Amazing, actually," he said, reading it over.
"Eh, just came up with on my own. You're not gonna expect too much from me," Sam said, glaring at him.
"Yes, yes. But coming up with something like this, right off the bat?" Mr. A exclaimed. He laughed, "Astounding!"
Sam rolled her eyes. She adjusted the microphone, testing the sound of it. Her band members checked their instruments.
"Now remember Miss Puckett. This is just a rehearsal but sing and play as if your recording. Blow us away!" Mr. A laughed, sitting down. Sam nodded, gasping the mic.
The song started, a simple fiddle starting. Sam started singing.
Just keep tuggin', pushin', pullin' all my little heartstrings
Got me all tied up in knots
Anytime I see your face
Oh it brings out
It brings out the girl in me.
Don't know just how ya did it
But ya got me real good
Hook, line, and sinker like I knew you could
But you don't even notice
Boy, I wish you would
I can't help myself
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I out of my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
I think he might be close to perfect
Girls you know what I mean
He's got a face straight out of a magazine
Gotta pinch myself to prove he ain't a dream
Oh Oh Oh
I can't help myself
Now my secret's out
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
I wish you were mine all mine
Mine all mine
I wish you were mine all mine
I wish you were mine
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
Sam breathed heavily as the song ended. She opened her eyes and met the amazed gaze from Mr. A. His mouth hung open and the room was absolutely still and silent.
"Well? How was that?" Sam asked, her voice threatening a bit.
"My dear, even though me and my colleague are sitting down....we are giving you a standing ovation," Mr. A said breathlessly. His partner nodded, in the same awe as Mr. A.
"Er...thanks?" Sam replied, looking at her band members.
"How on earth was that written?" The colleague asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said that you scribbled that song down, like it was a no brainer--but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" He exclaimed, standing up and slapped the table with excited enthusiasm.
"Yeah. Just...something happened. A couple days ago actually," Sam started, playing with the mic, staring at it distantly, "My heart gave out and broke into this song. The lyrics come from an experience with someone I know. It's...strange. And funny how it works out, yet...I'm happy a-a-and scared too. Anxious."
Sam looked up at the two men. They were listening closely, she could tell.
"He's so close to me...and so damn far away."
Outside the auditorium, Freddie listened to everything Sam said. She could sing a heart, a heart in which he never knew could do so.
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