SinEaster: A Novel Page 4

CHAPTER 3

  The Classic Easter Song Competition

  Silvia held up one gummi finger in the “hold on” gesture, then said “First, let me just take off my jacket. It’s sort of warm out here.”

  She unzipped her jacket and slipped it off. Underneath her T-shirt, her boobs were huge.

  Many eyes opened wide.

  Charlee thought that Silvia’s boobs were probably fake, because they looked unnaturally buoyant.

  Deon took his jacket off, too. He was wearing a form-fitting black T-shirt and his pecs and arms were extremely muscular. Charlee found herself wondering if he had scrawny legs.

  Princess Megan clapped, then said, “Okay! Let’s get started then. Now, the ability to compose songs is highly valued in Easter Land, and any future ruler must hone that skill. So, the first contest is a song-writing contest. You each will be given thirty minutes to write a classic Easter song based on whichever creature you represent. There are a couple of requirements. First, the song has to mention the creatures you represent. So, Charlee must mention the Easter Bunny, and exceptra.”

  Silvia said, “Etcetera.”

  “Huh?” said the Princess.

  “You meant ‘etcetera’ not ‘exceptra.’ There is no ‘exceptra.’”

  The Princess narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I think that there is, and since I’m the Princess, I’m right.”

  Silvia didn’t respond, and tightened her mouth.

  The Princess continued. “Second, each song must make mention of the coming of Spring. Finally, each song must mention Easter eggs. Other than that, it’s up to you. You will also have to sing your song, and your performance also counts. The winner will get two points. Second place gets one point. Are there any questions?”

  “Yes,” said Charlee. “What are you judging the song on? Catchiness? Sappiness? The ability of the lyrics to be easily memorized by children?”

  The Princess replied, “I’m judging based on which one I think should win. It could be any reason. Any other stupid questions?”

  Deon raised his hand.

  The Princess said, “Lower your hand. This isn’t a classroom. Besides, I’m done with questions. Let’s begin the contest.” She kneeled and rummaged in the Easter basket on the ground.

  She handed a notepad and pen to Charlee, Deon, and Silvia, then told them, “You have thirty minutes.”