Icon in the Making

                                                                             Attributed to Neelix
Image: A male winner
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There she was, lithe and supple gracefully

walking.

She walked past ignoring all the quiet whispers

Not really aware and not really bothered of the

impending outcome. She held her own, an iconic

being bent on doing her own thing. She felt edgy

but that was only natural. She had gone through this

far and there was no turning back. Her mother’s words

rang true. Go for it baby! Remember the tigress had

woken from her lair, she reminded her. She walked

slowly gingerly taking soft steps aware of the threats

all around her. It had been a few seasons where the

weaker sex was blithely proven to be weak. Mindful

of the burden of choice she was carrying  she proceeded.

There had not been a lady winner these

last few seasons and she stood to stake her claim.

This was to be a psyche game. Who was there to say

of how she was going to fare. One must have a golden voice.

That was all she knew.

She walked on to the stage, the lights were blinding. The

crowd roared and there were lots of clapping. She was

faintly aware of the judges.

She was ready with her number. She had nothing to lose

That was how it felt, she thought. 

The few seconds before they took to the mike

at the America Idol! 

Written for 3WW with words lithe, iconic and edgy and shared with d'Verse OpenLinkNight week#88