Muscle Museum

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

Inspired by the Muse song 'Muscle Museum' from the album 'Hullabaloo'.

Cover image: pixabay.com.

Muscle Museum

Frank, you know you should give them a listen.”

Who?” Frank Evans continued to pull on his jacket and walk to the door. “You know how many people want me to sign their band, Monica? Too many... way too many.”

But Joe is your son. Don’t you think you at least owe him a moment of your precious time?”

Frank stopped walking and turned towards his wife. “Tell me I’m not hearing this?”

Well, I went out and watched them play...”

No,” Frank said.

And they were good. Really good, in fact!”

Putting his hands up to his head, Frank did his best not to shout. “I asked you not to do that, Monica. Joe, well, he needs to concentrate on getting good grades instead of messing around with a guitar and a bunch of dead-beat friends.”

Told, you mean.”

What? What are you on about now, Monica. I really don’t have time for this.”

No, you never do,” Monica said to the slamming door.

Joe slipped out from the kitchen. “Thanks for trying, Mom, but really we don’t need him and his shit company.”

I saw the kind of place that you’re playing in, Joe. You’re too good for that sort of dump, and with your father’s company behind you, you wouldn’t be having to do this. You know he has a great PR team.”

Yeah, that’s true. But have you heard the kind of musicians he signs up...?”

No, not really. I do my best to stay out of his business affairs. That’s not the point, anyway. You’re his son and you’re a great musician. He should be there behind you without me having to ask.”

Mom, do me a favor and just forget it, okay.” Joe picked up his guitar case and walked to the door. “I’m telling you this; if he offered us a contract I’d tear it up in front of his face. We don’t need him. If we’re going to make it, we’ll make it on our own.”

With Joe gone as well, Monica had the house to herself. She walked into the kitchen, made herself a coffee, and began writing a goodbye letter to her husband who she knew had been cheating on her for years. She’d put up with it for Joe’s sake, but he was old enough now. She’d take a leaf out of his book and start her life afresh – on her own.

 


Submitted: May 31, 2020

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Vance Currie

A wise decision, Hully. You made a good story out of this situation.

Sun, May 31st, 2020 8:00pm

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Thanks so much for reading this, Joe.

Tue, June 2nd, 2020 1:00pm

Mike S.

A fine take on the song, Hull!

Mon, June 1st, 2020 12:06am

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Thanks, Mike. The lyrics of this made it quite easy to turn into a story.

Tue, June 2nd, 2020 12:57pm

Sue Harris

Great story with a strong message! Nice one, Hully.

Mon, June 1st, 2020 2:27pm

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Thanks for giving it a read, Sue.

Tue, June 2nd, 2020 12:50pm

HJ FURL

I really enjoyed this story, Hulls, I loved the way that minds were made up, Joe's influence - great!!

Mon, June 1st, 2020 3:24pm

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Thanks, HJ.

Tue, June 2nd, 2020 12:49pm

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