Noel Flair: leadership
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All Hunter received from the group was blank stares.
“What do you mean?” I prodded him to explain further.
He used his hands as he elaborated. “David already was a pilot before this nightmare. All he did was use his talent and it became his Flair. Same with James and Jack. We know both of them did art and translating before. They used those talents and became recognized.”
“So, you are saying,” Thomas leaned in closer, “that our Flairs are just our talents?”
“It makes sense, doesn’t it? It all matches.” He shrugged.
“Then prove it.” Thomas leaned back on his hands.
Hunter sighed, looking out at the group, who were watching him intently, curious about what he was going to do.
Locking eyes with Rose, his eyes brightened as he came up with a plan. “Rose.” The sixteen-year-old girl watched me. She was short for her age but made up for it in spunk. Wearing a floral sundress, she gave off a simple, feminine look.
“Yes?” She cleared her throat, nervous from the unwanted attention.
“What is your talent?” Hunter asked her.
She hesitated a moment. Not because she didn’t know, but because she was worried we would laugh at her.
“It’s ok,” Hunter reassured. “I asked. I want to know.”
She swallowed. “Music. I love making music.”
Hunter smiled. “Do it.”
“Do what?” Rose stiffened with confusion.
“Make music!” I cut in, finally understanding Hunter’s plan. “Use us!”
We could almost see Rose thinking as she formulated a way to create music using a group of teenagers.
“Ok.” She smiled, almost excited. “But you have to do exactly as I say.”
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