Finish the Story 2020 #5

The Show Must Go On

Angela and Rachael paced backstage, everything depended on the audience loving their performance. Angela paused and shook her head, rosy cheeks and puffy eyes giving away her innermost fears.

“Oh, Ang, don’t…stop…you’ll be perfect.” Rachael grabbed hold of Angela’s hands to stop their trembling. “Breath, my dear sister, breath. He won’t let anything happen to you.”

Her eyes shot open as her mouth gaped. “Me? I’m so worried about you! If I sing one wrong note, what might they do?” She started trembling harder as tears streamed down her face.

Rachael smiled, pulling Angela into an embrace. “I am not afraid. I am ready to return home to Mom and Dad, and I’d be so happy to see Thomas again.”

Angela’s gasped and shook her head. “No! No, never say that. What would Mom and Dad think? They fought so hard, so bravely…we can’t let them down. I won’t let them down.”

Rachael smiled and chuckled lightly. “I knew that would get you.” She drew a deep breath, wiped her sister’s face, and grabbed her by the shoulders. “We will show them what we can do. They may be …

Sadje’s continuation

…… The best agents in the business, but we are the best talent they have come across. We will show them that we do deserve this chance “

There was a huge applause from the audience and the stagehand gestured to them to let them know that they were next.

The sisters glided to the brightly lit stage, holding hands. At a cue, the music filled the air and Angela started the song. Her sweet voice, giving the perfect accompaniment to the melodious music cast a spell on the audience. Rachel joined her sister and the notes to beautiful song mesmerized the audience. Both of them felt joy rise in their hearts as the song ended and the hall echoed with enthusiastic applause.

They were sure that they would be the winners tonight and would secure the contract as well. But there was an unexpected turn of events ……..

My bit:

The final act that followed was not what was expected as a young girl and her dog took to the stage.
The sisters looked at each other in dismay. How could they compete with a cute puppy doing tricks on command and a child of ten stealing the audience’s hearts?
They had practiced so long and so hard, but now with shoulders slumped in defeat, they turned to return to their dressing room, all hopes of a better future in tatters.
Sitting in silence they waited for the stage manager to let them know their fate.
There was a knock on their door and one of the runners poked his head round it.
‘You’d better come quick,’ he said. ‘The dog’s performed something it shouldn’t and been disqualified. They want to hear you again, but insist you sing this…………..’
He thrust a musical score in Angela’s hand and left the door ajar as he rushed back upstairs.
Angela’s face was white as Rachel took the music from her trembling hand……
‘I can’t sing this………………….’

My contribution….

“This is an aria and I don’t think I can hit the right key!” Rachel admitted.

Rachel and Angela were getting the second chance they had hoped for, Rachel didn’t want to screw it up for them.

Angela reached over and put her hand on Rachel’s. “Listen, you do your best and you’ll reach the right note. We can bring it down a key and work from that. We’ve done it before and the results have always worked out, right?”

“I don’t know. I mean if you think you can do it, then I guess it is worth a shot. I just don’t want to mess this up!”

Rachel and Angela walked again to the side of the curtain, waiting for their introduction. They knew they would be here once, but twice was terrifying. It all came down to this last piece. If anyone had heard their fear they would have laughed it off, knowing that these sisters had the most beautiful voices imaginable. They could harmonize without pause if a key was missed or a note sounded flat. They had been practicing for years and this was not going to be the show that stopped them.

They heard the audience clapping and knew they were on. They gave each other a smile and held hands waiting for the curtain to go up. Angela glanced over at Rachel, wanting one more look of affirmation but when she saw Rachel’s expression she knew there had to be something wrong. Suddenly, as the curtain went up, Rachel….

Sending this to Keith’s Ramblings


Finish the Story 2020 #5

Image by MustangJoe from Pixabay

1) Copy and paste the story as you receive it
2) Contribute to or finish the story
3) Tag another person to continue (unless you finish it, of course)
4) Have fun!

There was quiet in the theater as the audience waited for the curtain to go up. Megan could tell by the hush of the audience that it would be any moment now. She knew she was ready but the anxiety still shook her from the inside out. The one thing she was sure of, she had developed the ability to improvise if anyone made an error. You can’t let them see you sweat!

Slowly, the curtain began to go up. Hands placed gently on her hips, toe pointed to perfection she stood, statuesque, waiting for the orchestra to begin playing, signaling the start of the performance. This was not the first performance, nor the last, but Megan wanted it to be perfect. With all of the time and effort she put in to her dancing it only seemed fair.

From behind her she could smell the sweet breath of her male partner, hands rested gently on her waist, ready to lift her after the orchestra began. Together, the pair were beautiful, natural, and worked in unison with ease. This was going to be a fantastic show!

©2020 CBialczak


Daily Writing Prompt: Espionage

It wasn’t until Brendan saw the actual ticket that he realized the finality of what he was doing. Leaving London to go work in New York City seemed like a big deal, it was a big deal, except once he left he knew he would never come back.

It had already been a month since he signed on to work for Leaders United. He wasn’t completely sure he knew the extent of his new position, but it seemed intriguing and he had nothing to loss. The instructions had been simple: pack your bags, bring whatever you can, you won’t ever be back. Now that he remembered the words that were said to him he almost wanted to take them back, but there was no going back now, that he kept reminding himself of.

“Where are you going anyway?” Bart asked.

“I got a new job in the states. Manhattan!” Brendan explained.

“Doing what, man? That’s a long way to go for a new job, don’t ya think?”

Brendan knew what to tell his best friend. That had been in his list of “to do’s”. The company gave the explanation, it was the responsibility of the individual hired to follow through using their ideas or not. He knew following their instructions would make his life a little easier.

Stepping closer to Bart, Brendan leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Espionage.”

Bart spit the beer he was drinking as he burst out in laughter. “You are seriously demented to think of a story like that! That shit doesn’t go on! What are you trying to do, act like life is a movie? Dude, really, what is your new job?”

Brendan didn’t think there was anything else he could say. At this point his life would be easier to follow if the story he told each time was the same.