I want to start off this chapter by apologizing for not posting this next part sooner! I’ll be honest and admit that it actually has slipped my mind until very recently. 🙂 Anyway, to get all caught up on this story, go here to read the first five chapters.
When I arrived back down the basement, I grabbed Lauren’s guitar from where she’d placed it near her seat, and plopped myself once more in the rocking chair. I spread my songwriting notebook out on my lap and began to sing and strum.
“When the sun stays out for forever, and there’s always beautiful weather…that is the best season!” I started the first verse.
Things were going well, but when I reached the chorus, my voice started acting funky.
“There is so much sunshine in the summerrr…” I sang, and as I hit a high note, my voice squeaked.
Whoa. This wasn’t good. I didn’t usually squeak when it came to high notes. This was because my mom, who had once been a Broadway performer, had given me voice lessons a few years before, and had taught me to sing high notes well.
I cleared my throat and sang the line again. “There is so much sunshine in the summerrr…”
After I sang that, my voice seemed to be sounding a little worse. It was squeaking even on some notes that weren’t all that high.
I frowned. What was wrong?
I sang that line over and over, with no improvement. Finally, I just decided to start the whole song over and see what happened when I did that. I flipped to the page in my book where the first verse was written.
That’s when I realized that my throat felt strange. It was almost as if a huge paperweight was sitting on top of it. It hurt lots, too, as though a big piece of food was stuck inside it.
I wondered how I could have hurt my throat, and then suddenly, I figured out why. When I gobbled down my food, I must have eaten it all too fast, and hadn’t chewed any of it good enough. That probably hurt my throat somehow, and now I couldn’t sing properly!
I’ll get a water bottle and see what happens, I decided. Maybe after I finish drinking it, my throat will feel a lot better.
I got out of my seat, ran up the basement stairs, and hurried outside to one of the drink coolers.
Out in the yard, as I reached for a water bottle, Lauren came over to me.
“Hey, Amy,” she said. “Are you almost ready for the show? Paul said maybe we could start our performances in an hour or so.”
I shrugged. “Maybe…I’ll have to see how my voice is by then.”
Lauren frowned. “What do you mean, Amy? You’re talking just fine.”
“It’s…when I sing,” I began hesitantly, and then shyly told Lauren the whole story about my squeaky voice. I was a little embarrassed. I was sure nothing like that had ever happened to Lauren. She was too professional.
In the middle of my story, Lesli walked over and listened with interest.
“Gosh, Amy,” she said, when I was done. “That’s too bad.” Lauren agreed with her.
Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, Lesli turned to Lauren and said said in a perky voice, “I guess that means you’ll win the competition, huh, Lauren?”
“I don’t know, Les,” Lauren said. “Amy could win, too, you know.”
“What do you mean?” Lesli asked. “Amy can’t sing, so…you’re sure to be the winner!” She put an arm around our cousin. “I knew you’d win all along! You’re the real singer in this family!”
At Lesli’s last sentence, pain stabbed my heart. Lesli was acting just as Grandma Rosedale had. Both of them had praised Lauren about her singing skills…in front of me! Why didn’t anyone seem to understand that I could sing too?
I’ll show you all, I thought. Just you wait and see.
That’s all for Chapter 6-I hope you all enjoyed it! Be on the lookout for Chapter 7 soon!! 😀