https://Voice.club - What I needed was… What I needed was a cup of moon. A miracle in a cup. Magical and one absolute miracle. It had to be stunningly special.
I had to change. It was necessary for me to be resilient, determined, and courageous. Basically, everything I was not. What should I become to face the dilemma? Then it hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest.
I needed, absolutely needed to become a secret agent. Besides being mysterious, a secret agent was debonair, charismatic and so handsome. I needed to ooze confidence. Insignificant mousey me must be a secret agent. Forget about being an introvert, someone who wanted to blend into the background like nondescript bland boring wallpaper.
Maybe I was not popular, daring or the most fun, but I knew I could change.
Then, there she was in front of me- the most beautiful creature ever. Her skin was silky smooth like milk but with a touch of honey making her a magnet. Her hair flowed like melted sunshine. Natural blond threads in her tresses were liquid gold that I wanted to spill over my hands. Her eyes were feline in an enticing way. I felt sure that with one look, she could have made men go to war for her attention.
Walking out in a new wardrobe, I felt secretive. A winner.
My new clothes screamed, “Look at me! I am a slayer of mediocrity and blandness.”
I imagined gliding across the floor with suave smoothness. Standing at six foot three all debonair and good looks. My face, all urbane male handsomeness, would lean towards her and with a chivalrous voice ask…
Suddenly, my stomach lurched to the left, then to the right and tangoed. Nausea glued me to the seat. I was not ready.
However, I imagined drinking a cup of moon and transforming into an operative. Drawing on all my secret agent courage, I stood high and went over to her.
“Will you go to the ….sch…school dance with me?” I stuttered.
The goddess looked at me then spat out, “Drop dead!”