Soaring Bird

"There's a darkness, I can feel it in your touch..."
"Stop the presses!" Allen shouts as he bursts into Chantels room
"What are you rambling about now?" she laughs
"You have talent right? Yes of course you do. And talent like yours is meant to be shown right? of course it is. So I was thinking..."
"I am not signing up for that stupid high school cliche of a talent show." Chantel objects
"But people need to hear you!"
"No. No they don't. And besides, my talent is not for show."
"This is true, you have an incredible gift, but don't you want people to know about it?"
"No. Im fine."
"Damn it you daft girl! You are wasting this God given talent on soiled notebook paper and a thousand old pens."
"I would appreciate it if my best friend would encourage me instead of undermine me"
"I am encouraging you! Show off your damn talent!"
"No, now either sit yourself in that chair and hush or go."
With that Chantel picks up her guitar and starts from the beginning. Allen though has a plan. He pretends to sulk in his chair and pull out his phone, open his snapchat and begins to record her singing.
"Take my breath, baby reach inside my chest..."
He posts it to his Snapchat and then turns on his camera.
"There's a darkness, I can feel it in your touch. I should get away, I want you way to much. Take my breath, baby reach inside my chest. You can have whatever's left, because baby I'm obsessed..."
He has enough. He posts in to Instagram and Facebook and tags her whole family and their friends.
Chantel pauses and takes a breath before turning to her friend,
"Thank you for understanding. I really..."
Just then her phone rings and she sees it's her aunt Amelia.
"Hello?"
"Get your butt to the record company NOW! No questions, no if ands or buts."
Just like that she hangs up and Chantel gets up, and shes confused. She tells Allen what happened and he gets a huge grin on his face, which makes her a little suspicious.
When they get to the record company Amelia is waiting out front.
"Whats going on?"
"My boss wants to meet you."
"Why?"
"Your video."
"My WHAT?"

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