Autistic Girl Magic
A micro fiction story about exploring the enchantment and beauty of neurodiversity through music
My magic tricks are singing and playing the bass guitar.
A big part of Nancy’s life was music. She was active in the music community since she was as young as five years old. Her angelic singing voice and innate musical talent brought all of her family members, friends, neighbours, and the community together. Every time she got up on stage, her alluring blue eyes would light up, and her shiny, straight, long, waist-length auburn hair became a trademark. Besides her magical singing voice, her prized possession was her luxurious, custom-made sparkly turquoise and pink bass guitar, something that she never allowed everyone to put their hands on.
Three months after Nancy entered her sophomore year of high school, she founded and became the lead guitarist and singer of The Rainbow, an independent rock band of six teenage girls on the autism spectrum. They performed and sang covers of songs by various rock bands asuch as Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Beatles, Green Day, Avril Lavigne, and many others. Occasionally, the band would perform and sing rock songs that were written and composed by Nancy. The Rainbow would perform and sing at multiple gigs that took place at community events and festivals, school, community centres, and would even create their own gigs that mainly happened at different parks in their neighborhood.
Within six months, The Rainbow became a rapidly growing, popular, and successful independent rock band. Every weekend and on school breaks, Nancy and her band performed at numerous community events and festivals. During school-wide events, her band always performed and sang. They always got asked to perform and sing in school talent shows, because the whole school community was touched by their music.
A year after Nancy finished her sophomore year of high school, she and her band produced their first album and sold it. Everyone, including teenagers and young adults across the globe purchased copies of their first album. Their songs were constantly featured on the radio and on social media. Their music videos and shorts got 3.5k views, at least 90 likes and comments, more than 100 people subscribed to their YouTube channel, and they have a whopping 4.5k followers on TikTok and Instagram.
When one of Nancy’s neighbours and male fans gently approached her at a local park, he asked her, “How is it possible to attract a large audience so fast?!” Nancy confidently responded, “My music is autistic girl magic. As soon as people hear it, they fall in love with it.”
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Talia Devora
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Comments (7)
Very inspirational! Nice work!
Short but full of magic which any individual can have but truely autistic child they are special in creativity.
I adore this story...finding the magic in all of us.
Autistic girl magic 🩵 how divine
I love the ending! Well written!
Lovely story. Well done.
Fabulous motivational and inspirational story!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️