The Right Song

    With a hand that shook she picked up the phone. "Yes, this is her," she says in a high voice, or more of a squeal. "Are you for real? Yes! Yes, I can do that! Thank you so much!" That night she said a prayer of thanks.

    On the night of the show she stood up in front of the crowd and sang. Her voice was as soft as silk but her words did not ring true. She used to sing songs with her faith as the theme, but this crowd did not want that sort of thing. The swarm of new fans kept her from the door and she met each one with a smile.

    On the night of her tenth show, the face goo just felt gross, the jewels dead weight, the dress too open, the lights such a glare, the cheers from foul mouths, and her own voice flat and dead. This was all wrong. What had she done? What could she do? But then she knew.

    With a deep breath she began to sing. It was not the song of teen love and pop beats, but of her true love and praise for God. She did not want one part of fame if it meant she would throw out her faith.

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