The sky only knew one way togo: down. It funneled to ground,
a mad/swirl of confusion and
chaos as it pressed close to the
heart of fear. I sang in concert
with wailing sirens, a duet
not worth Idolizing, to hear
twin sis tell it: she said it was
worse than the tornado. Simon
Cowell would agree. It was bad.
More than. Paula and Randy might
be more sympathetic. Voice was
a little shaky - could blame nerves.
Did not make it to the next round.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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