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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