Saturday, March 17, 2012
LUCKY CRITIQUE ENTRY #4
Title: We've all Been There
“We are here today with rising country pop singer, Juliet Summer.”
This was it. I fingered my purity ring willing it to give me luck. It was St. Patrick’s day after all.
“Please my friends just call me Tex.” I inwardly cringed at the word friends; they weren’t what-you-might-call plentiful.
“Where does that come from?” The audience laughed, I couldn’t really see what was so funny about it.
“It’s my middle name.” My slight twang seemed magnified against my host’s culturally neutral drawl.
“Alright Tex.” She specially put a cowboy sound on it. It sounded so fake it was sick. “Do you know who Timothy Walters?” And then smiled like I should know, like everyone knew, but I didn’t.
“Really? Well you can meet him now.”
“Okay.” I stood up and turned my head toward the entrance I came in.
In walked in T.W. the famous, like really famous singer, who hadn’t heard of him? And I had just said I never had. So much for luck. I had never really believed in luck before. I knew God orchestrated all those details. So more likely it had been bad luck for me to believe in luck.
“Tim I would like you to meet Tex.”
“Hi.” I shook his hand, blood creeping up my face.
He sat down next to me on the couch and I was sweating bullets.
“I think I have heard of you before. I mean I just didn’t recognize your full name. Sorry.” I didn’t know to whom or why I was apologizing. It was just something I had to do.
“We’ve all been there.” He laughed at my stupid, naïve mistake.
Before I could respond, I heard, “And we will be right back with more from Tex and T.W. after this.” And we went to break.