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Kinyana Wright walked up on the stage and took her place at the microphone in front of her. This had to be her lucky break. Singing with her boyfriend and his band – singing her own lyrics – was something that she had been working the courage up to do since she’d written this song nearly seven months ago. Everyone was always telling her what a pretty voice she had and how talented she was at composing songs, let alone putting the lyrics to the music.
Kinyana’s heart began to beat faster as the lights shone down on her, forcing her to look out into the hundreds of faces that gazed into hers. Little beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she gripped the mike tighter than she had been a couple of seconds ago. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed her boyfriend winking at her, attempting to give her a little bit of courage. She swallowed hard and was determined to face her fears and sing her little heart out on this very stage.
Adrenaline began to rush through her body, making her head feel light and the rest of her feel heavier than it actually was. Her short brown hair began to mat against her forehead as the light became more and more unbearable to take. The sweat on her forehead began to drip down onto her nose and into her eyes, making her vision blurry and her eyes teary from the salty drops of panic.
Finally, the pressure of the upcoming performance got to her and she ran off stage, leaving a perplexed band behind to clean up her mess. As she ran down the backstage, she bumped into a cloaked man who was about her height and about her build. She was about to apologize for bumping into him but when she looked into his face, she noticed a certain lightness in it, making her words that she was about to speak die in her throat. Never in her life had she seen such beautifully piercing eyes that seemed to stare right through her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be singing right about now?” the man asked, helping Kinyana to an upright position once again. She just couldn’t take her eyes off his virtuous face as it stared sweetly into hers. It took her a couple stunned seconds for it to compute that this young man had asked her a question.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to be singing but I kind of freaked out and ran off stage. That’s when I bumped into you.”
The man straightened out his cloak and pulled back the hood that had been shadowing his face, revealing the features not unlike that of a face of one of those elves that she had seen pictures of. Never in her life had she seen such an enchanting face… it seemed to cast a spell on her as she gazed – although she really shouldn’t have been.
“By the way, I’m Puck,” the man said, sticking out his left hand in gesture for a handshake. He smiled warmly as she gently took his hand in hers and shook firmly.
“I’m Kinyana,” she replied, trying her best not to stare at this gorgeous specimen.
“Why aren’t you out there, Kinyana?” he asked, reaching into his cloak, and pulling out a funky metal ring and moving it in between his knuckles, all the while, still looking at her. His dexterity surprised and intrigued her as she watched the ring move nimbly in between his almost feminine knuckles.
“I told you. I freaked out,” Kinyana said, glancing away to steal a look at the stage that she had so eagerly left. It occurred to her that no one from the band had come looking for her yet. Maybe they just didn’t care if she was gone. After all, her song wasn’t their only song.
“Freaked out? I find that hard to believe, especially when you’ve been waiting for a long time to sing this song to the world and let them know exactly what you’ve got to show.”
A surprised look made it’s way across Kinyana’s face as the accuracy of his statement registered in her mind.
“How do you know that?” she suspiciously inquired, secretly hoping that this guy wasn’t stalking her or following her. This would make things really awkward right about now.
“It’s written all over your face.”
“Really?” Kinyana said, touching her face.
“Mhmm,” Puck said, pausing momentarily. “What made you tuck tail and run?”
“Nerves, I guess. But mostly because I didn’t believe that I could do it.”
Puck walked around Kinyana in a circle; observing her from all sides, smile widening the entire way. This made Kinyana feel just a tad self conscious about herself as this complete stranger was supposedly checking her out.
Ack! Where’s Darien when I need him? Kinyana thought frantically.
Sensing her heightened anxiety, Puck stopped walking and stood at her right side, staring soothingly into the side of her face.
This guy was off his rocker. Too many bats loose in that belfry of his… and it was beginning to freak her out. What if he was gonna rape her or something? Then what would she do?
“Don’t worry, Kinyana. I’m not going to rape you or hurt you or anything. In fact, I have the perfect thing to cure your stage fright,” Puck said, producing a completely different ring from out of his cloak and placing it on Kinyana’s dainty middle finger.
“Whenever you’re frightened and you feel you can’t do it, this ring will begin to glow and trust me, after a couple of minutes, you’ll feel much better. I gave another ring just like this to… who was it now… oh yeah, Steve Tyler of that Aerosmith band. It sure helped him along. He still wears that ring that I gave to him nearly 30 years ago. I’m sure that this will be your cure. Looks good too.”
The ring on her finger was a deep gold colour with an onyx tinge to it. It glowed in the faint lighting of the backstage as she turned it to look at it from different angles.
“It’s gorgeous,” she breathed as she stood admiring her newest treasure. She suddenly looked at the man and frowned, “Who are you really?”
“Read a Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare. You’ll put two and two together real fast.”
With that, Puck turned on his heel and walked away.
The world around her was still fuzzy and blurry as she began to regain consciousness.
Consciousness? What was I doing unconscious? Was that stupid thing just a dream? Well, damnit if it was. I rather enjoyed that dream.
As her vision cleared, she brought her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the bright light that shone over her head. Darien was wiping her forehead with a cool, wet cloth, obviously attempting to bring her back to reality and back into the world of the conscious.
“Kinyana! You’re awake… and alive!” Darien exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Kinyana’s tiny body and hugging it tightly to his. “I thought that you would never wake up! I mean, you just passed out for no apparent reason out there. I’ve got Trevor telling jokes until you woke up – God help us all. And what’s that funky ring thing you got goin’ on? I didn’t give it to you, did I?”
Sure enough, on her middle finger sat the golden onyx ring from her so-called dreams, sparkling in the incandescent light. She turned her finger to examine it and realized that that dream wasn’t… well… a dream.
Now how the hell can that be?
Suddenly, Kinyana rose to her feet and made her way to the stage, filled with an incredible sense of confidence – not arrogance – and went to sing her song. Kinyana figured that this song was going to be a total knock-out.
She was finally ready.
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