As the crowds cleared the smokey, dim-lit arena, Joe sat on the edge of the stage softly crooning the first song he ever wrote; her song.
It had launched him into the spotlight; a whirlwind of gigs, the fame, awards and accolades and fawning groupies that he had dreamed of when he plucked that first lick on a second-hand guitar.
But dreams die hard when the road is your mistress, home is an empty shell and all that is left of her is a song.
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Paulette Wooten via Unsplash.
May 12th, 2017 at 8:02 pm
So bittersweet!
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May 12th, 2017 at 8:39 pm
Yes. Fame is not all that’s
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May 12th, 2017 at 9:12 pm
…it’s cracked up to be? 😀
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May 13th, 2017 at 1:57 am
Haha…it’s been an exhausting week.
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May 13th, 2017 at 12:50 pm
Phenomenal! 🌹🌹🌹😎
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