Above is the photo prompt from last week’s photo reveal, below is my story that goes with it. Enjoy!
Sitting at her daddy’s feet while he strummed on his guitar, Annie’s curious grin spread into a toothy smile. The velvet sound coming from his dancing fingers always made her heart happy.
“Daddy, may I try your guitar?” she asked in a voice so gentle -weet.
He looked down at her expectant face and ran his fingers over two more chords. “Sure, darlin’. You can have a go at the steering wheel for a bit.”
Annie giggled. “Nooo. I want to play your guitar not drive your car!”
“Oh, my mistake,” he said, with a wink and a grin. He lifted the strap over his head, “Alright. Set aside Ms. Puppy and you can give it a whirl.” Annie put her stuffed pet aside, and he placed the guitar in her lap.
Oh the magic she felt holding her dad’s guitar! It felt so big in her little arms yet it felt just right. She ran her fingers over the frets uncertain at what to do. Her thumb found its way across the strings and she plucked each note. Her heart pumped joy with each vibration.
“Well, just look at you! You look and sound like a star already,” gushed her father. “They’ll be puttin’ out decoys and threatenin’ tar and feathers to keep crazy fans away from you!”
Annie laughed. “You’re silly, Daddy. I don’t want to be a star. “
“Oh yeah? What do you want to be?”
Annie ran her the palm of her hand over the instrument’s smooth wood and guided her pointer finger over the bridge as she thought for a moment.
“I want to be either a cooker at a restaurant or a concierge.”
“Whooo fancy pants! A concierge, huh? Why?”
“Cuz, mommy said the man at the hotel in Chicago was a concierge and he was the one who helped us find all those fun things to do. So if I am a concierge then I will know all the fun stuff and be able to tell other people all the fun stuff.”
“You make a strong case, darlin’. I think you just talked me into a new career,” said Annie’s father with another wink.
Annie smiled and strummed over the strings a few more times. The guitar was starting to feel heavy on her legs and her arm was getting tired. “Here, Daddy. I think you are the star.” She carefully pushed the guitar toward his open hands.
The memory faded as Annie placed the photo inside her guitar case. It was her first night back on stage since losing him, and her heart ached knowing he wouldn’t be waiting for her backstage tonight. She felt his presence remembering this one tiny moment from so long ago—a mere blip in her lifeline now the one memory holding him close to her heart and moving her forward back into the spotlight.