I recently read an article about Cindi Lauper —
You know, the girl who just wanted to have fun in the ‘80s?
Trust me, even the XYs wanted to have fun in the ‘80s…
It was the pre-Nirvana-angst age, after all.
Anyway, back in the day, Cindi rocketed to the top of the universal charts and sold over 50 million albums.
However, within the decade her career began to sputter and she came down in a fiery fame crash that demolished nearly everything in her life —
Her relationships, her health, her sanity.
Sad ending, right?
Not so fast.
She picked herself up.
She picked all the crash debris out of her teased-up pink hair.
And then she picked up her pen.
She wrote the score for a musical called Kinky Boots.
Well, apparently those Boots were made for walking…
all the way to Broadway.
And last Sunday night Kinky Boots took home 6 Tony Awards!
Including one for Cindi Lauper’s Best Musical Score.
So you see, there are no sad endings.
And yes, if you've got a particular bend, you could argue that there are no happy ones either…
It all depends
on where you end
PROMPT: Where do you end your stories? Just for kicks, give your character a phoenix moment today. What are the ashes he or she rises from? And what exactly is that victory’s flavor the second time around?
I’m thinking roasted marshmallows, but maybe that’s just me.