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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 8

February 23, 2013

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Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

All videos are to be enjoyed through their link to YouTube. They are not to be downloaded. No claims are made on the videos by the author.


Chapter 8 – FIRST DAY

               It wasn’t hard to tell who was most nervous. The kids were having a great time thinking up ways to deliberately freak out Daddy. Angel had insisted on going along with Lover to drop the kids off at the new school. Not that it made him any less nervous. But at least now he had something new to worry about–his effect on the other parents and children.

              “I know I probably should have stayed home. I don’t want to make a circus out of this but I just couldn’t miss the sugarlumps’ first day at real school. See, I even brought the cam. Maybe I can just jump out and video them as they straighten their cute little shoulders and, with pride and strength, walk right up to that Teacher and introduce themselves as part of OUR family.”

              The kids, both safely buckled in the back seat, rolled their eyes. In unison.

              “Dad, do you have to call us that?”

              “Yeah, Daddy, it’s embarrassing. I mean, we’re students now, not babies anymore.”

              Lover, who was driving this time, gave Angel one of those “out-the-side-of-his-head” looks. He agreed with the kids but he knew his husband when he was nervous. He knew this was one of those times because he wouldn’t shut up.

              “Aww, is that any way to treat your Daddy? I just wanna make sure you get there safely.”

              Lover had to say it. “I’m the one who’s driving. I’ll make sure we all get there safely and that at least one of us gets home in one piece.”

              The kids thought that was hilarious. Both started laughing in unison and singing, “Daddy’s going to school with us.” Lover joined in for the 2nd and 3rd times. Angel was not amused.

              He’d been right, though. There was sort of a commotion when they got in the line of Benz, BMWs and even a couple of Bentleys. They made Angel glad they’d just brought the SUV. There were plenty of them, too. And the ever-present paparazzi.

              “OK, everybody’s got everything, right? Laptops and lunches, those are the important things. And, T, did you check the list the school sent?” He turned around to the children. “But don’t you worry, if you need anything I’ll be sure to bring it to you right away.”

              The kids rolled their eyes again.

              “Why the rolling eyes? What did I say? Now, there’s your Teacher, she’ll gather up all of you in her class and take you into school and down the hall to your classroom. You two got everything? Baby, did you check … “

              This is worse than the baby-making day, Lover thought. And that had been really bad.

              “Maybe I should walk them up to the Teacher. They might get lost with all these other kids around.” Angel didn’t even notice that he was actually the one drawing the most attention. The kids were just fine, unbuckling themselves and kissing Papa on the cheek before jumping out of the SUV and running away to Teacher. They waved back to Angel before walking into the school and out of sight.

              “How come you get kisses and all I get is a wave?”

              Lover just rolled his eyes.


              School was the most fun Son and Daughter had ever had in a classroom. There were computers with huge monitors that connected them by touch with other students around the world. That first day they talked with children in Denmark, Japan and Australia. That they could touch them was even better than the latest Skype.

              Daughter, the wordsmith like her Papa, especially liked the school library. It was full of books and DVDs and IPods and IPads and tablets and I-everything else. You could listen to music with just an earbug while you read if you wanted. She immediately made it her personal goal to read every book in there, even the newest ones, by the time she finished sixth grade. With a skipped grade (the sibling-cousins had a plan) that gave her four years. Piece of cake.

              Son was having his own good time making music on the computers. He even showed the kids how to play some of Dad’s songs on it. Then it was time for outside play. Son was great on the music computer but his b-ball skills could have used some help. That was OK, though. He figured that, if he was good at everything, he’d be labeled a dweeb. As it was every kid had their own special skill, so Son fit right in.

              At lunch he and Daughter compared mornings. At first they’d been embarrassed that Cook had packed such a great lunch. But everyone around them had great lunches, too. There were lots of little monogramed glass dishes with covers on them (no Tupperware here) full of delicious stuff. Some of the kids had ethnic Cooks at home; their lunches were the best! And then there were the vegan kids and even their stuff was kinda OK, although it looked like green milkshakes with red and orange things floating around in it. They said it was their “juicing” and had lots of vitamins and stuff. They were also the first kids to want to try everybody else’s real food.

              All in all it was a great day. Son and Daughter kept in touch throughout the afternoon, signaling in when something interesting was happening.  Otherwise they pretty much left each other alone. Both made some friends that first day. They’d been told to be leery of kids who were too friendly or who asked too many questions about Daddy. Starlight had given them strong spirit antennas, though, so they were in pretty good hands. Plus there was a surprise that afternoon! Niecy was enrolled, too, but she was in another class.

              The worst part of the whole day was when school was over. The three cousins didn’t have to search for their car. There stood Daddy with the cam, proudly videoing his little sugarlumps–while the other parents and the paparazzi videoed him.

Video 4: “Cuckoo”                                    Credit: Suz526


 Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight”:  Everybody learns “something”

“Promises of Starlight” –  Table of Contents

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