Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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Fresh cup of coffee in hand, I sat down to edit a chapter of Moons Dancing. I was nearly finished when Ping! A DM from HC.

HC: Got something for you

Ayela: 👀

HC: I took a few liberties since I didn't ask permission first, but I figured it was worth it. And this seemed very Wyoming. Link to video "Eat My Poo."

Play "Eat My Poo" by Ayela Arcana

I was already laughing before I pressed play, but once I did I couldn't pull it together; I just howled at my screen and played it again. Lordy, it was the funniest country song I'd ever heard. Every single line was delivered with the perfect twang and no one, no one alive could listen to that without cracking up!

Ayela: omg, HC, how in the world did you do this? LMAO. I can't stop; I'm crying. 🤣

HC: Me either. 😂 It's so country. I just used this digital generator— oh, sorry, gotta go. My wife says we're late. Enjoy!

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And he was off, but I kept cackling about the song. Ping! A message from Nanna.

Nanna: Listen, Sam, I know we always have Thursday breakfast together, but could we do Friday just this once? Suellen's daughter went into labor early, and I need to go with her to the hospital in the morning since she had knee surgery and can't manage by herself.

Sam: Of course, Nanna. I hope everyone's okay!

Nanna: Yes, so far, everything is looking good. I'll let you know. You alright, honey?

Sam: I'm awesome. HC put my poo poem to music. You gotta hear this: Link to video "Eat My Poo."

Nanna: HAAAAAAA! LOL. This is the funniest song I've ever heard! Oh lord, Sam, you've gotta publish it in your book, and I'm gonna get the senior center to play it at the next square dance! Everyone will wet themselves laughing. Diapers for everybody!

Sam: 😂 I know! I know! It's so perfect. OMG, I can just see a bunch of people square dancing and laughing hysterically to it!

Nanna: Ok, honey, I'll see you Friday at 7:00

Sam: Perfect. Love you.

Nanna: Love you too.

Humming to myself, I finished editing my chapter then decided to add the silly song HC'd made for me to the Poetry Contest entry for "A Fella Called Shoe." It was easy to embed the video right in the poem, so hopefully people would get a kick out of the country version of my goofiest poem.

That done, I decided to do the same thing with the folksy-version of "A Thousand Tiny Deaths" that smack_pans had sent me. It was the perfect, lovely accompaniment to my poem. Would people actually like that it was put to music? Only one way to find out.

I looked at the stats for my book and my Poetry Contest Collection, excited to see if anything'd changed. Moons Dancing was continuing to get a boost in Followers and Views, I assumed from the Poetry Contest attention, and the poems— wow! The poems had climbed. I couldn't believe it!

"A Fella Called Shoe" was #12.

""Unwritten Dreams" was #5.

"A Thousand Tiny Deaths" was #16.

Unbelievable. And also, a lot of pressure to keep producing either insanely funny or deeply personal poems for six more days. Whew. Could I do that? Was it possible to crank out content like that under fire and have all of it be good?

I wasn't sure, but whatever my muse was, it hadn't ever let me down, so I just had to keep trying and trust that I could pants my way through it.

Nodding to myself, I queued up "Eat My Poo" again and danced around the kitchen cackling. It was like a battle cry, something I wanted to scream across the airwaves, "Moral of the story, true as can be! You'll eat poo, if you fuck with me!"

Keep going, Sam, keep going. Sing your heart out. Just like that.