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Someone That Inspires You

7 May, 2012

May’s Fiction Challenge for 7th May. Technically fiction, but should more accurately be filed under fantasy.

I passed the front table, felt hands grabbing mine and shaking them in congratulation, and arrived at the stage. I paused for just a fraction of a second as my brain, full of so many thoughts and fears and words and images since my name had been read out and the music began, searched its hard drive and remembered how to climb steps. I lifted my feet four times without incident, and looked up for the first time since I had left my seat. The screen at the rear of the stage was filled with the live feed of my approach, and my name was super-imposed in gold letters. The word “winner” was at the head of the montage.

I could see in the background of the screen that the audience were standing, applauding, but my mind was too full for me to hear them or the music. I crossed the infinite distance to the podium where the country’s leading chatshow host held the golden award aloft, her arm outstretched ready to shake my hand. I heard her congratulations and felt her kiss on my cheek, her arm on mine guiding me to the microphone. I faced the audience, their applause now audible to me as it lessened. They remained standing, awaiting my speech.

I had not thought that there was any chance of my winning the award, the nomination itself had been a surprise, but nevertheless I had spent the last four weeks composing my acceptance speech, deciding carefully who I should thank and in which order. But now the moment had arrived, now the cameras where on me, the eyes of the industry watching, the golden statuette in my hand, I could remember nothing. I could say nothing. I cleared my throat, looked down, caught sight of the monitors. Hannah’s face filled the screen.

“This is for Hannah,” I said finally, unsure where the speech was headed, and listening along with the rest of the audience. “I wrote the part for you, I wrote the series for you. I was delighted when you read it, I was ecstatic when you signed up, I was simply honoured when you accepted my proposal. You inspire me. I love you.”

The applause rose again, and the face in the monitor began to cry.

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