Sing 2 Johnny Novels & Stories

Johnny’s heart skipped a beat when he thought of the tragic scene when Albert had carved words on Cain’s forehead and he wanted to continue begging for mercy. However, one of them suddenly shouted, knowing that they couldn’t escape the penalty, “Me! I’ll go first!” Someone else shouted, “I’m second!” “I’m third!” “Me, I’m fourth!” The four men took their turns one immediately after another as if they were playing a game of bingo. Johnny, who had not spoken the whole time, had to take the fifth slot. He was so depressed and upset that he wanted to die right there and then!

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.

Okay, fine, I may have had to bribe him with a promise of giving him more forks and spoons later. We were walking through the sidelines of the dance floor, going successfully unnoticed when Noah suddenly started singing horribly: "Johnny Johnny! Yes, papa? Have you any wool? Baba black sheep? No, papa! Twinkle twinkle-" I turned around quickly and slapped my palm over his mouth. What the hell was he even singing? A medley of nursery rhymes? Noah started making noises behind my hand, and I gave the severest look I could muster, then, placed a finger on my lips. "Shh!"