I've Got Luck

I watch them perform, along with thousands of other people. I can't take my eyes off them as they dance and sing. I watch in amazement. I want to be one of them. Well, I don't dance. I want to be up there, singing for people. The concert ends and my mom grabs hold of me as we make our way out and head to the car.
"How did you like it, Ash?" Mom asks as we drive off.
I look out the window to the dark sky, "it was amazing."
"I'm happy you enjoyed it."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Can I do that?"
"Do what, sweetie?"
"Perform."
"You want to be a singer?"
I nod. She see's the motion.
"Well, you certainly have the voice," she smiles.
"You don't think I'm dreaming big?"
"Of course not. You just gotta try your best."
I look down at my lap. Hesitating for a moment.
"Would you come watch me?"
She nods, "I'll be your biggest fan."
I smile and look at the street as we continue. A song I know comes on the radio and mom turns it up. I look at her and she smiles.
"Better start practicing."
I smile and quietly begin to sing. Mom joins in and for the rest of the trip home, we're singing our loudest to the music.
"My angel has been blessed with a unique, beautiful voice," mom says as we walk inside the house, her left hand gently resting on my shoulder.