As I understand it, I’ve been tagged with the lucky seven. I don’t exactly know where this lucky seven thing came from. Or how I get myself into these things. Or rather…how others get me into them. But I figured, hey…what could be better on a Monday night than a little game of Tag? I may as well play along, right?
The rules to the Lucky Seven are as follows: *Open the document for your current MS/WIP (manuscript or work-in-progress for the non-writers out there) *Go to page 7 or to page 77 *Go to line 7 *Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them exactly as they are written. No changing or cheating! *Tag 7 authors and let them know.
So here you go, page seven of To Katie with Love.
My coworkers nudged me out of the booth clapping and shouting. I felt the color draining from my face and thought I might faint.
The truth is I love to sing…when I’m alone. I’d never sung in front of a crowd, certainly not at a karaoke bar. Yet, there I was, being propelled toward the stage by Silvia, the real manager in my office, title or no title.
I reluctantly dragged myself forward, looking back to my table for moral support the entire way. They waved me on, cheering like a bunch of high school girls.
I spun around to watch where I was going and a guy shoved a microphone in my hand. Next thing I knew, I was facing a crowd filled with semi-drunken college students and business bankers. There were dozens of eyes watching me and I really wished I hadn’t worn the short skirt and form-fitting blouse Silvia had promised would make me look hot.
I’m a banker, not a prostitute. I don’t dress hot. I dress professionally. Well, usually I do. Not tonight. Tonight I was Silvia’s science project.
My heart slammed in my chest behind the flimsy black sheer blouse as I stood in the wash of the spotlight, and my insides did a mini flip purely out of fear as I sang the first line of the song.
And I have decided to tag…
@McMillenDC (DC McMillen)
@lmkolar1 (Laura Kolar)
@Valeriebrbr (Valerie Haight)
Until the next time…I’ll be ducking to avoid the low flying debris as they contemplate accepting the challenge.