Big Time

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot 

The table and stools appeared overnight and the graffiti came even quicker. As my neighbors complained about the sight, I knew I had finally arrived. I knew where my stage was and I knew what my calling was. And I finally had the perfect opportunity to show everyone what my talent was. I wasn’t expecting my simultaneous singing and painting to be such a big hit. The day my stage was destroyed was the day I knew I needed to take my show on the road. I knew I had made it the day my mother finally saw my show. 

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