Fame Interrupted (sequel to Recall) - Wee Challenge #35
Brad pulled up to the club, and wrestled the amp out of his battered Toyota. Guitar over his shoulder, he carried his equipment up the steps and opened the door. Stale beer, cigarettes, and the sweat and tears of thousands of garage bands assaulted his nose.
“Dude, you’re late.”
“Sorry, man. Didn’t get much sleep.” Brad rubbed his eyes, wondering how to tell Dewey he had to quit the band, get a real job. Grow up.
Dewey grinned broadly and handed him a cold longneck. “We need to practice if we’re going on tour with The Dirtbombs.”
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| Yeah, great first paragraph! So, poor old Brad, and there I was thinkiing it was about a one night stand with a football player. Oh, I suppose it still coulda been. Like I said, poor old Brad. I love the hope and confidence of the last line. It's in perfect balance with that first paragraph. |
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Oh, I like music oriented storys. I'm actually the singer in a band.
this is quite nice. great for the short length. |
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| Thanks Wanda. Glad you liked that line. Poor Brad just can't get a break. |
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Comment by: WLC - 2008-05-16 08:06
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Oh man, I'm so there.
The sweat and tears of a thousand garage bands----rock on.
Oh yeah, and I like this. |
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| Thanks, everyone. Arley, I was hoping it would stand alone, but indicated it was a sequel to encourage readers to check out both. Is that wrong? I love comments. Call me needy. |
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