Steve came home from work to a Justin Bieber song blasting through the whole house. He put down his briefcase and searched for his wife and daughter. He found Emily leaning in the doorway of the living room. “Emily! What is this crap your listening to?” he yelled.
Emily turned around and threw her arms around her husband. “Steve, you have to see this.”.
Steve looked in the living room at his three-year-old daughter, Chloe. “What? She’s rocking. She does that all the time.”
Emily shook her head. “Wait for it.”
“Baby, baby, oh
Baby, baby, no” sang Justin.
Chloe kept rocking. Steve went into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch. Chloe turned to her father and smiled.
“Babe, babe!” yelled Chloe.
Steve gasped. It was the first recognizable word his daughter had ever spoken. And she had looked him in the eyes. He fell back into the couch and Emily jumped into his lap.
“Can you believe it? I was washing dishes while Chloe ate her lunch and I had the radio on. When this song came on, I turned it off. Chloe started wailing. I thought she wanted out of her seat so I got her down. She ran into the kitchen and started pointing to the counter and stomping her feet. I thought she was just having another meltdown until I noticed she was pointing to the radio. So, I turned it back on.” Emily was speaking very fast.
“Babe, babe!” shouted Chloe again.
Steve wiped his eyes. “You mean she actually asked you to turn on the radio?”
“Yes! I turned on the radio and she went still for a second. Then she started shaking her head no and pointing again. I didn’t know what she wanted. Then, it hit me. She wanted this song.” Emily waved her finger in the air.
“This song? It has to be Justin Bieber?” Steve asked.
Emily laughed at her husband’s horror-stricken face. “No, it has to be ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber. I tried everything. The Beatles, Barney, other songs by Justin Bieber–but no– “Baby” is all that works. Isn’t it awful?”
Steve looked at Chloe–his beautiful, silent daughter that, until today, had never looked into her daddy’s face. She smiled and shouted, “Babe!” at the top of her lungs.
“No, honey, it isn’t awful. That sweet voice has made a Belieber out of me.”
This post is for the following Write On Edge Red Writing Hood prompt.
For Friday, let your character be inspired by music. It doesn’t have to be a specific song or genre, it doesn’t even have to exist anywhere outside your mind. Show us in 400 words or less how your character reacts to a piece of music. It can advance a story line or provide a character sketch–or both!