Skelechoir

SKELECHOIR

A silly skeleton story by Nick

       I am filled with nervous butterflies in my non-existent stomach. Us skeletons don’t really have organs or arteries. This is my first time performing in front of a crowd with the choir. As I wait on the side of the stage for my cue, I think about how lucky it is that this esteemed choir is allowing a lowly skeleton like me perform with them. The stage manager is looking at me as if I were some sort of monster, it must be his first time viewing a walking skeleton.

      From where I am standing on side, I can see all of the young talented members of the choir, all dressed in their black robes, singing their hearts out on the disheveled stage. It’s truly a shame that such a talented bunch of people have to perform on a stage made up of rotting wood, when they really deserve to perform on a stage of gold. I remember the first time I met the choir. They all seemed way too young to be part of one of the most amazing choirs in the world. The choir kids were scared of me at first, which is understandable, most people would scream if they saw a skeleton with yellowed cracked bones walking toward them. Also the fact that I was screaming from excitement when I met them probably didn’t help.

     Though the choir was scared of me when we first met, we quickly grew close as they taught me how to sing and dance, and I taught them more and more about how skeletons live. The kids of this choir became my very best friends and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I am nudged back to reality as I feel a nudge on my scapula (That’s the shoulder bone). I look around and see that the stage manager is nudging me and calling my name.

     It’s time for me to go on, it’s time for my big debut. I feel excited, but I also feel mortified. I feel as if I would cry if I had any real eyes to cry from. Up on the stage, the tattered curtain is pulled as they wait for me to take my position. The kids are all looking at me expectantly but I don’t think I can move, my bones feel as if they weigh a ton.

     I suddenly made the realisation that there was no need for me to be scared. We had practiced this song, titled ‘skelechoir’ millions of times and there was no way I could mess it up, it was all about skeletons after all. I dashed to center stage, all the kids in the choir patted my back and wished me luck. The curtain was slowly pulled to the side, revealing a crowd of at least a hundred people, if not more. I started to sing my melody, and the crowd began to scream, whether it was from fright or from excitement I’ll never know, but that doesn’t matter.