Are you sure I can really sing…?

You ask nervously, looking down at the roof of the limousine you're standing on. Your adoptive mother doesn't really seem to have a grasp on safety, more into flamboyance and flashiness, which, her being a pop star, makes total sense.

“Of course you can, sweetie! All angels have a wonderful singing voice, and I’m certain you’re no exception!”

You immediately freeze upon hearing her response, looking at her with a shocked expression, and a slight fear.

You knew…?

Seeing your expression, she only laughs, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. Your father, your sister and I. We all know. It doesn’t make a difference to us. You’re still our child, and I still love you. Now, let’s sing, darling!”

She exclaims, beaming at you as she clutches her mic tightly. You do the same, wiping away a tear in your eye, before smiling back, ready to sing.

You two go through sets of her published songs, harmonizing in duets that sound outstanding. You quickly lose yourself in the heat of the moment, forgetting all of your worries, just focusing on singing with your mother, and how happy it makes you feel to let out your voice and sing, that you quickly forget that you’re still singing on the top of a speeding limousine barreling down the highway. Eventually, you two finish your sets, taking a breather.

“I was right! You have an amazing voice, sweetheart! You should really become a singer like your mom… You’ll be just as famous as I am!”

You look down at the roof of the limousine you’re still standing on in embarrassment, shyly accepting the praise of your mother.

You really think so…?

“I know so, darling.”

She replies, looking off to the side, her eyes tracing the horizon, looking at the sunset, indicating that it’s a good time to start heading back home.

“Wanna go home, sweetie? You should give that angelic voice a rest.”

She teases, still grinning, as your face now flushes a slight pink, even more embarrassed as you nod.

Yeah… Sure, mom.