I stare down at the shiny green beetle pulling our cart. Nervousness and worry chasing after each other. I grip my fiddle tightly and look up to the long grass flashing by as we ride across backyard. In the very near distance I can see the the elder tree where the King and queen live. It has honeysuckle climbing up its trunk. I play on my fiddle a little extra practice might help cure the intense worry and nervousness flowing through me. Oh, how I love the music that comes from my rooty fingertips.
* * *
I look down at my clothes. They're like rags! I look around to find mum to tell her.
I see her in the corner of our beetle drawn cart, in her hands is a bulging bag and I realise. She has plans.
* * *
"Hurry up!" My mother screams at me, my father and my brother. (she's making us put on rich clothes that she had in that bulging bag).
"Come on! COME ON!!COME ON!!!"
"Mum! We're already done!" My brother and I tell my mum.
"Oh, good!" She says. "Move along then!"
"Have you got your fiddle Johan?" My father asks me.
"Yup!" I answer. I show him my fiddle.
"Good," He says. "Now how do you address royalty?"
"Good evening your majesty!" I begin "I am here to play on my fiddle for you today! Please relax! I hop you injoy your flight!"
"Nice! Just maybe don't say the 'flight' part." My father chuckles.
"Sure thing!" I say "I mean, yes your majesty!"
"Ha, ha." My father laughs dryly.
* * *
I stand in front of the King and Queen. I am shaking like a leaf. I see my dad mouth for me to speak.
"Errm, good, um, evening your,erer, majesties," I stutter "I'm here to play my fiddle for you today. Errr oh! Please relax a-" I stopped myself before you I could say 'I hope you enjoy your flight'!
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It actually wasn't as bad as I thought and I got applauded at the end! BONUS!!! Then we got to have dinner with the royal family before going on our way.