The panic Betty Blue
Betty Blue was a blue bird. The kind that has pretty blueish wing and pinkish crown. She was the leader. She looked promising. She led us — or asked us to be precise — on what to sing and how to move our wings, whenever the lady at the third floor appeared at the balcony, having her morning coffee and breakfast.
Betty Blue said things that confused us most of the time.
“Make your move POP!”
“Sing with the most current style. Make it hip-hop!”
Sometimes she’s nice. But most of the time, it’s just confusing. Have you ever seen that movie where the main character has multiple personalities? Betty Blue had at least five.
“You’re a pretty blue bird. You’re unique. You can improvise your move and the way you sing. I’m sure the lady would love it,” one personality said.
“Let me do the move and the singing. Watch how the prettiest blue bird does it,” another personality came. Of course we loved it when we could just watch and relax…but not all the time. We wanted to make the lady happy too.
“Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo,” she was panicked, cried out loud and jumping from one branch to the other. No one knew why, or bothered to ask why. We just felt that it’s better not know the reason. We didn’t know which personality was possessing her now.
“Your move and song are not good enough, you can’t be in our group,” she said one day to Refy, a slim blue bird with a dark crown. Refy didn’t say a word. He flew away. I was nervous. It could happen to anyone. None of us understood what POP or Hip-Hop means to our move and song.
“You didn’t perform well. I think the lady doesn’t like you,” she said to me. I was disappointed, not because of my performance, but because she couldn’t tell me what to improve and the lack of direction for me to move and sing well.
I left the group immediately. And so were the rest.
I heard the lady at the third floor stopped looking at our tree. She looked at the other tree where there were a group of beautiful — and happy — green birds, that sang and move wonderfully.
The above short story was my practice to write something in 20 minutes. It’s not as easy as I thought it was, but it’s fun for sure. Read my other pieces here:
