Ashleigh walked out the door briskly, as she heard the solid think of the door. Her mind was racing with ideas, as her friend Pyper, strode along side her.
“Well,” Pyper questioned, “Did you do it?”
Ashleigh nodded with reluctance.
“Now what?” she shook as Pyper slapped her heartily on the back and grinned a mile wide.
“Now…. the talent!”
“I already told you I am NOT talented. Not unless you want me to stand and look like a wilting plant.” Ashleigh extended her wispy arms in a downward fashion, reminiscent of a willow she had once seen in a book.
Pyper laughed out loud as she started to list the possibilities….”Well, you said you were singing, so what’ll it be. Country, pop, blues, jazz….I know RAP.”
“That is NOT singing, and NO!”