What A Performance!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 02, 2018

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What A Performance!

 

Where’s Al? You guys are gonna be on in a few minutes and he’s not even changed!” Paul, the manager, was starting to get anxious. The problem – Al’s nerves.

 

So it wasn’t the biggest venue ever, way, way from stadium size, but it was a big step up from their usual venues. Necropolis had a reasonably large fan base, particularly for a band that had not long released their first album. Hopefully, it would be pretty packed out there tonight. Things always went better when there was a bit of a crowd.

 

Wes walked over to the door and knocked. “Come on, Al. Get your ass out here and get your gear on. The time for nerves is over.”

 

Al walked out of the tiny cubicle, wiping his mouth. “I knew I should have given that burger a miss.” He took a long drink from his extra strong lager, got changed into his stage gear, then darted back in to the toilet.

 

Two minutes....” a voice called out.

 

Wes was ready, tapping the drumsticks. Lewis and Rick picked up their guitars and Bri strapped on his bass. Paul looked nervous; Al was really cutting it fine!

 

The other guys made their way up on to the stage, then Al burst out of the cubicle, hit the stairs and stood right at the front of the stage. He closed his eyes for thirty seconds, the music began and then he let rip with his voice.

 

Stage fright was a real pain when you fronted a rock band.

 


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