Emily gasped, grasping her throat. She tried making a sound, but her vocal cord refused to vibrate. Her friend looked at her.
“Em? You okay?” Ann asked, concerned. Emily shook her head urgently, pointing to her throat and silent lips.
After some useless guessing, Emily’s head sunk into her arms. Ann was growing frusterated at her friend’s silence. “Well if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong,” she huffed, “why don’t you become a mime or something?” Eyes alight, she shook Ann, smiling, trying to tell her that she’d hit the spot.
“What, you can’t talk?” Emily nodded vigerously. “Well!” Ann laughed. “Why didn’t you say so?” Emily pouted at the joke, so annoyed she tried to scream, but what came out was an angelic pitch. The girls looked at each other, shocked. Emily had never been able to carry a tune before. She tested a few more notes, all as beautiful as the first. Emily smiled joyfully.
Maybe this hadn’t been such a bad thing to happen after all