Synchronization

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
If rain was alive, what would it say?

Submitted: January 18, 2009

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Submitted: January 18, 2009

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Synchronization
 
“Okay, gather up all of you. Quiet down in the back. You there, in the last row, yeah, you, the fat, dumpy little fellow, quiet down!”
They all settled, restless.
“Now, let’s get started. Last time we gathered together we had some minor difficulties. It seems some of you just rushed out ahead of all the others only giving our performance a distant sparkle of its true perfection. We are to work as one, together. So, how about we try some group dynamics and practice on our team synchronization to get on the same page as everyone here? Remember, tonight’s the big night. Okay, now the front row: Hum, hum, hum! Very good; next row: Hum, dum, dee, dum! Not bad; okay, all in: Hum, dum, dee, dee, dum!”
They all chant in unison, anxious.
“Good, good. Not bad. It seems we are all in tune tonight. But you there, third row, and fifth seat over to the right, yeah, the one with the real long and skinny face. If you’re planning to join our parade tonight then you better fatten up real quick, or you will certainly miss the cut. So gain some weight or miss out. Now, it’s not up to me, but you better do it. Okay, moving on. So when we take the big move out there, I better mention the pace we should be adhering to. It is not going to be an all out display of who can get to the end before the next one does. Take notes dumpy! And you there, you corpulent fellow, wake up! No sleeping when we are heading out in a few minutes. We have deadlines to make. Okay, now, where was I? Oh, yes… Yes, the big ones have a better chance at reaching the bottom and finishing before all the rest of you, but we all need to work together. You heavier fellows carry the smaller ones if you have to. Remember: teamwork and synchronization! That’s the key, all right! To get the job done right we need to be in the same rhythm. Now, remember, all of you, we have a very important job tonight and thousands, if not millions, are counting on us to get the job done and to get it done right. If we mess this thing up tonight we may not get another chance. The Flood-Gates team may wipe us out of any future enterprises if we are not careful. The big boss upstairs wants us to see what we can do tonight. Now, if we don’t want to get flushed out of this town, and want to work again, then we need to focus. Remember: Synchronization! Our teamwork needs to be like music to the people who hear us.”
They all nod, excited. One has a question. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Yes, what is it, young one? A first timer, are ya’?”
“Yes, sir, but my father made the leap a few months back and haven’t returned yet. He’s been held up somewhere.”
“Sorry to hear that. But get to your question. We don’t have all night.”
“I’m curious. What’s our team name? Do we even have one?”
“Good point, son. Actually, no, we don’t. We never bothered to.”
“Well, can we?”
“I don’t see why not; after all that will be great for our synchronization; great idea, son. Why don’t you go and trade places with that dumpy fellow in the back there. The view from there will be amazing tonight. Just wait and see.”
“Thank you, sir. What an honor. Thanks a million.” The rookie went to the back, replacing the fat, dumpy fellow.
“Now, a call for team names; what should ours be?”
“How about we call ourselves the ‘Teardrops’?”
“What? No good. What are we babies? We are professionals, mind you. Next?”
“I like ‘MidnightFalls’?”
“Sounds good, but what happens if it is day time out there? That could create some confusion and a massive problem. Next?”
“I know, how about ‘Pluie’?”
“What? No, absolutely not. What? Are you on drugs, buy? Absolutely not!”
“This is not as good as ‘Pluie’ or ‘Midnight Falls’ and, so, well, what about ‘Unplugged’?”
“Okay, interesting. It’s fresh, hip, new age, all that jazz. Not bad. Excellent! What do the rest of you think? Go ahead, make your say. Let’s vote. Who’s for ‘Unplugged’?”
The team erupted, cheering.
“Okay, great, that’s settled. Unplugged it is. Now calm down now. We don’t want to burst our own bubbles before the job, yet. Now for the last order of business, before the bash tonight; the destination: It will be Brownwood, Texas. Anyone know of it, no? Okay, well, it is the place where we are headed tonight so get prepared. Be careful those that are new here. Don’t get trampled by the professionals, and you veterans, give the new comers a chance to make their mark on the world. Just relax, go with the flow, follow the leader, enjoy the view, and might I say it will be spectacular this time of year, and remember most of all: Synchronization! Music, I tell you, music!”
Unplugged cheered a mighty hurrah. 
“Now, liven up. Let’s go. It’s time. Music, remember music! Spread the big ones over around the smaller ones. Let it run inside you, fell the energy. Let the speed pull you down, and do your job. We’re needed down there! Now let’s get moving. Okay, on the count of three.”
“One!”
“One!” Unplugged cheered, louder than before.
“Two!”
“Two!” The team readied themselves.
“Three!”
They jumped. And the rain poured over Brownwood, Texas, chanting their special song in synchronization.
 
 
 
 


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