I used to participate in this short story of the day thing on LJ. Found it again and decided to write along.
Topic of Monday: Song Scout
Jeremy took a deep breath, staring at the TV screen in front of him he raised his arms high up in the air, just like the guys on TV did. He sang along with the lyrics on cue and danced the steps, just as they did. He was not just a fan trying to imitate a boyband, he was their future bandmember. Jeremy closed his eyes and repeated all the steps, singing along with the words, hearing the music and the crowd clapping for him. This was just brilliant, he would be a star and everyone would look up to him! Even that idiot Evan from school who said he was a ‘fanny’ for wanting to become a famous singer and dancer.
“Jeremy, come down for tea now hun,” his mother’s voice called and Jeremy looked up disturbed. As he knew his mother would not let up, Jeremy turned off the TV and went downstairs to the kitchen. A man he had not met before was sitting across from his mother and looked up at him with interest. “Jeremy, come and say hi to Mr Richards, he is here to meet you,” his mother said and Jeremy looked up at the tall man. His hair was gleaming with wax and combed back into his neck. The tie he wore was hanging loosely over his shirt and he wore a suit that was a bit too small for his long limbs. But Jeremy went over, shook the man’s hand and then sat down at the other end of the table to have his tea.
“Now, tell Mr Richardson about your song and dance, Jeremy,” at which the boy asked, “Why mom?” and his mother shushed him, then said, “He is a song scout, he can help you with your dream of becoming a great singer and songwriter, a dancer even, he has connections in the business,” Jeremy could not believe what he was hearing. A real song scout was here to talk to him? He had never heard of such a person coming down to a boy’s home, talking to his mom and then wanting to hear from that boy himself. Word must have gotten out about his talent. He did enter a lot of talent shows at school and once in the community center. But this was unheard of!
As fast as he could, Jeremy ran out of the room and hurried up the stairs to find the shirt he wore to competitions. His lucky birth yellow shirt with a big green star over his tummy. Jeremy smiled and ran back downstairs, holding a small stereo radio in his hand. “Of coure, it looks better on an actual stage,” he said and smiled broadly, then put the music on and played along mouthing the words and performing through the steps. The song scout would love this and would certainly help him get ahead. Jeremy, youngest start among the great legends of all time. He would sing along with Britney or Christina maybe. It mattered little, they would all fight over him, Jeremy would be a star!
After the performance was done, his mother and Mr. Richardson were both clapping and Jeremy took a bow. It was fantastic, he thought he could have done better but the man seemed to think it was good. He told Jeremy he would call him about a possibility to star in a show some time. He was not too young, ten years old was just the right age for an upcoming star. Jeremy was panting and almost crying of joy, he hugged his mother and then ran back upstairs to wash up and fold his lucky shirt up. It was his lucky shirt after all, it should not get dirty.
Downstairs, Mr Richardson said goodbye to his mother, she paid him the 20 dollars they had agreed to. “It’s his dream, he drives me crazy with it. I hope this little song and dance we did will calm him for a few weeks at least.” The guy in the suit nodded, “Well, I can always come back and say that he has a shot at being on some show or other, that he was just not chosen yet because, ah we’ll think of something,” she nodded. “Well, I just hope he grows out of it, it’s becoming a real drag and his school work is suffering. At least now I can tell him to do his best, to work hard in school or not go to any of the shows.
“He’s not really that good, I have to say that it is not something you should encourage in him,” Mr Richardson said. “Ah, what do you know, you deliver packages all day, take your twenty and be gone, before he hears us,” and his mother closed the door. Yes, this was the right thing to do. A song scout, even if there was no such thing, was hope for them and would help Jeremy with his dreams. She believed he was talented, she believed he could one day be discovered. He just needed to keep believing that himself, even if they were the only two people in the world who did.
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