Someone once said the past always catches up with you, however fast you run and try to evade it. I don’t know much about it. Why do I keep coming back to this place then? I was created here – I’m more than flesh and blood. I’m sand, sea breeze, sweat, music, and sex.
My finger moves and the blast of music from my guitar sends the bodies in the crowd writhing, pulsating, living together as one giant beast. The night has just begun.
How many more of me are going to be created tonight?
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click this link to read other stories written for this picture prompt provided by CE Ayr.
The buzz of live performance and seeing crowds like that must be intoxicating.
He seems to be doing a pretty good job of evading the past
Celebrities do live in parallel worlds. Well-captured!
I love the idea of a crowd being one giant beast
That’s a fascinating little story. The MC seems to feel that babies are made by music as well as sex! You prompted me to wonder how much of our future is tied up with other people’s pasts.
It really makes me wonder what he is.
That’s the power of addiction. No matter how much one may want to get away from it, it won’t let go.
Difficult to leave the past behind if you keep going back.
He is addicted to his sense of power to the music. I suppose there are worse things.
We under-estimate the power of music. Well done, Varad.
He seems to have become a music machine!
Here’s mine!
And perhaps her music will inspire more sex, more creation, more music.
Um … how many more of you? None.
How many more ‘Of’ you? … well, it depends … 😉
As long as he can play he’ll keep the past at bay
performing in public can give one the big high that he has to it over and over again.
Pulsating story indeed. The strong whiff of the parallel lives he leads, yet there is something so raw, mysterious and extraordinary about him.
Excellent narration, Varad.