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Monday, April 22, 2013

T is for Temper Tantrums

I have joined the group  "Blogging from A to Z.  This is a  a month long challenge to write a short story everyday and each day corresponding to the letter of the alphabet.  I have linked up the site - simply click on the name so that you might read any sort of short story from the huge line-up available.  The stories are supposed to be short so that many can be read, quickly.  Simply a titillation of talent.  Happy reading, and thank you for joining me.  My sister-in-law is writing under "Vicki's Place" currently her placement is #1259.  If you are catching this on my Facebook or as an e-mail follower my number is currently #1324.  (people drop out and the numbers contract) 

T is for Temper Tantrums

She stomped her foot, hands clenched at her sides, “No, absolutely NO!  I will not agree to this.  You cannot make me.  I am within my contract rights to refuse.  Why do you continue to bring me these small town gigs?” , screaming seemed to be all she did lately.  It was tough on her vocal chords. 

She tested his patience.  He knew she would change her mind.  She would go investigate why he wanted her to appear at this benefit after throwing a hissy fit.  She would read about it, and come to him demanding he put her in the show.  All the while acting as though he had never brought it up to start with. 

Hissy fits, histrionics, temper tantrum, those were the descriptions her mother had mentioned when he first signed on.  He thought Lizzy was exaggerating.  Trisha, this sweet docile little thing must have her buffaloed, is what he thought back then. He thought that before he had to duck to avoid being hit with a full vase of flowers.  The first time she missed….not many times afterward.  It seemed he was her favorite target.
She was the star.  She was the bread and butter, and she knew it.  She flaunted that card at every opportunity.  Diva.  Right…he thought, “I would call her a spoiled brat.  Someone with a little talent that got noticed.  The rest of us worked damn hard at keeping her at the top.  Earning the big dollars so she could meet payroll for those who waited on her hand and foot.” Then he calmed his jangled nerves and remembered his mission.

They had criss-crossed the country several times since he had joined the crew.  He had witnessed every kind of nastiness she had to dish up. She seemed to thrive on drama and if there wasn't any around her, she created it.  Exhausting.  But, she did have a big heart when it came to kids.  And, this would be no exception.  

He dropped the photo on the table as he turned to leave her makeup trailer.  “Dad?  What’s the cause?”  That little inquisitive girl he had fallen in love with the day she was born, was back.  He would move mountains for that girl.  Temper tantrums aside, this was why he hired on as one of his daughter’s roadies.



  1. Good story, reminds me of my favorite TV show, "Nasville".

  2. Enjoyed this story. Good thing parents can see through the hissy fits.

  3. Good story! New follower here. I'm stopping by from the "A to Z" challenge and I look forward to visiting again.


  4. This was such a realistic story. I loved it. Only a parent could tolerate a temper tantrum like that. Most other people would quit fed up with the drama and attitude.