Picture This!

(Part of the Danny, Tommy, and Friends Story Series)

by: Rugphan

Warning: It’s Valentines Day everybody!  Now, run!  Run for your lives before you get cooties!  :)

Forward

     “Um, hi everybody!  Oh, wait, I forgot to turn the microphone on.”

     Sam pushed the switch up and pulled the microphone down toward her on its holder, the mic bonking against her head in the process.  Sam sucked in some air.  She didn’t want the whole audience outside to see her wail in pain.   

     ‘How embarrassing!’ Sam thought.  ‘I haven’t even been out here for five seconds, and I’ve already messed up twice!  Maybe I’m camera nervous.’

     She glanced up at the camera’s lens, watching her every move, where possibly millions would be watching within the years (or reading in our case)….

     Sam gulped. ‘Yep, I’m definitely camera nervous!’  She glared at the right side of the stage.  “Why couldn’t you be the one to do this?” she whispered, angrily.

     Danny sighed behind the curtain.  “Because,” he explained, “this is our first documentary.  All of us babies were way too nervous to do it the first time, so we all agreed to draw straws.  You got the shortest one, so you’re first!”

     “I tried to tell you before you pushed me onto the stage.” Sam said, covering the microphone with her left hand, “Angelica switched the straws before you turned around!”

     “Oh.” Danny answered.  “Well… I’ll make her do the next one.  It’s a little late now.  Just tell your story!”

     “But, Danny-,”

     But Danny had already put his music earphones on, and Sam knew he couldn’t hear a word she was saying.  ‘So much for his help.’ she thought.

     Sam took her hand off the microphone.  “Angelica, little witch.” she mumbled.  ‘Holy cow!  Did anyone hear that in the video?’ She grinned into the camera innocently. 

     “Um, hi everybody.” Sam said nervously into the mic.  “My name’s Sam Manson, and I’m telling our very first documentary story, or which my friends and I like to call, ‘Tales from the Crib’.” She took a deep breath.  So far, so good.

     “Anyway,” Sam continued, “this whole thing is for Tommy’s special box, so he can look at this ten years from now and see what awesome adventures we had when we were just little kids.  All of these stories we will tell in these books are special to us in our own way.  And,” she added, “there will be a few laughs and special new friends in these stories too.  So…. yeah.  I guess that’s pretty much it.”

     A pause.

     Sam took a quick glance at her watch.  It was 3:13.  Sam had two more minutes before she could tell her story.  What was she supposed to do until then?

     Sam looked to her right once again.  Danny was still listening to his Reptar CD.  He was nodding his head, his eyes closed.  Danny was totally oblivious as to what was going on at the moment.

     Sam sighed.  “I guess I’ll start telling the story now.” she mumbled into the mic.  Sam sat in the chair that was placed behind her and lowered the microphone toward her face.  “Okay.  Testing.  Testing.  One, two, three!”

     She was good to go.  The microphone had caught Sam’s words nice and clearly.  “Okay.” she repeated.  “Now, here’s the first official story for ‘Tales From the Crib’!  I hope you enjoy this Tommy!”

Rugphan