Charlie approached the mic, absently wiping her sweaty palms on her faded denims. Her heart raced. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her brown eyes quickly scanned the audience for familiar faces and then closed for a moment as she calmed herself. Don’t overthink, Charlie whispered in her head. She nodded her signal to begin. The lights dimmed and the band began to play.
Is that really me? Charlie thought as her ears tuned into the sound coming from her lips. She looked at the strangers in the front row for confirmation. They swayed to the music, wide grins pasted on their faces.
In an instant the song was over and the crowd cheered and chanted her name. Charlie’s cheeks ached from the smile that stretched across her face. Charlie placed her hands on the handrims and wheeled her chair behind the curtain. Lookout world, here I come!
I always like to challenge myself with these flash fiction stories. So, what do you think?
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-612016