 Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
The Lady was paying an absorbent amount of attention to her beautiful locks of hair. These people never understood just how hard it was to be a portrait. Everything had to be perfect at all times! She was painted perfectly for goodness sake. It took time to look this ravishing!
She would need to practice her singing sometime soon as well. But these people were really starting to get on her nerves, standing there like that jabbering in front of her portrait. With a huff she turned to them, "EXCUSE ME! Either give me the password, Mr. Kenning, or I will lock you out for the evening." Then she finally noticed the woman he was with, and wondered who the lovely woman was.
"Oh, dear me! who are you, exactly? Did you come to hear me sing?" She said with a grin and a giggle. "Well, let me give you a little tune, shall I?" The Lady cleared her throat, and hummed a little, warming up her vocal chords.
She took a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhahahhHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It may sound terrible and off key to the two people in front of her, but she was tone deaf and had no clue that she was off key. She was proud of her voice and thought it was GLORIUS! "There. Now you can say you have heard the infamous Fat Lady sing! Isn't my voice wonderful?" She grinned hoping her on lookers were just as happy as she was. |