Thanks as always to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
And, yay me! I’m actually not on the cusp of the prompt expiring! 😀
“You make a splash at Pine Falls, you’re in,” the record producer said.
Miri eyes the thunderclouds. She envisions the band playing in the rain like Prince at the Super Bowl. She urges the preceding act to play faster.
Finally, they take stage.
She sings, deep, throbbing, evocative into the microphone as Dylan strums a wailing riff.
The thunderstorm burrows in as the crowd hurries away.
In moments, she’s drenched, microphone limp as she watches every last person flee. When the thunder shakes the stage, she realizes that this couldn’t, wouldn’t be the splash the producer predicted.
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16 thoughts on “A Wash”
Oh dear, not the splash she was looking for. I bet it was a pretty impressive show, though, even if no-one was left to see it.
I think it was. Thank you. 😀
Sounds like the festivals we have in Scotland with our unpredictable wet weather! Some acts rise to it, for others it’s a washout! Good story 🙂
It was ever thus when I went to a rock festival. There’ll be another time for her to make her splash.
Thank you, Sandra! 🙂
I liked “the thunderstorm burrows in”
Thank you, Neil! 🙂
Bummer. Poor Miri. Hopefully the producer won’t hold it against her. Perhaps the audience will return after the rain stops? 🙂
I think this one might be a done deal. Thanks, Maggie!
Rain rain go away, she’ll get her wish another day!
He’s a poet too! Thank you, Keith! 🙂
I hope she doesn’t get electrocuted. Definitely not the kind of splash she’d hoped for but a memorable performance. 😉 Well done.
I checked to see how it was that Prince wasn’t electrocuted during that Super Bowl halftime show and it was because everything is run on battery packs any more (or most things). Thanks, Rochelle! 🙂
Oh, this was so good! Poor her, definitely not what she was hoping for!
Thank you, Dale! 🙂