Prompt: June Carter - "You should try taking credit for something every once in a while." - 'Walk The Line'


It wasn't fine theater that much was evident even to a sports fan like him. However, just like everyone else sitting in the folding chairs lined up in front of the make-shift stage, that didn't matter to him. The kids up on that stage had poured their hearts into this performance and that was all that mattered.

As his seven-year-old stepped out onto center stage once more, Burt beamed more proudly. His son had gotten one of the lead parts in the first grade play and was doing a wonderful job. Yeah, like the other kids, Kurt had stumbled over a line or two but it was clear he was enjoying himself on stage and at his age that was what mattered.

"He's a natural up there," Burt whispered to Kathleen, who was sitting next to him, one arm looped through his as she sat close. "He's definitely your son. Born for the stage."

"He's your son too and you're the one who helped him rehearse his lines," Kathleen whispered back, shifting her head to look up at her husband. "You're a good father. You should start taking credit for him, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Burt asked, quietly as they play continued on stage.

"He's always my son. Aren't you proud of him?"

"Of course I am," Burt replied, thinking over his wife's words and realizing that she had a point. He almost always referred to Kurt as her son but it wasn't because he wasn't proud of Kurt. "It's just that he reminds me so much of you. I see you in him in almost everything he does."

"As flattering as it is, he's our son and he's got some of your traits too."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, where do you think that stubborn streak comes from," Kathleen replied, as they both started clapping with the rest of the audience as the curtain closed on the kids on stage.

"Thanks a lot," Burt muttered as he got to his feet to give the kids a standing ovation as the curtain opened again. "Way to go, Kurt," Burt shouted, taking pleasure in the smile that brightened at the sound of his father's words.