I took a sigh of relief as I played the last strum on my guitar. My first live performance. It wasn’t a huge event, but meant everything to me.
I went backstage to catch a glimpse of you. You were so nervous, so much, that you were air drumming even though you were to perform with your keyboard.
You caught me giggle and I looked away.
“Great performance out there” you said.
” Thank You ” I replied.
“Don’t you think our music could create symphony if we played together?”
“No doubt it would. But you should get going, it’s time. All the best” I smiled at him and walked away.
I could sense that he wanted to say something more, continue the conversation but couldn’t. As he walked on that stage and began his performance I could feel the music come alive.
His music was amazing. Sheer talent.
As the event came to an end and I waited for my cab, he ran up to me. Panting.
“Can you..can you give me your number? I would love to know more about you” he said.
That night I went home, knowing something great was in store for me.
Another kind of flash fiction using the daily prompt this time.
And just if you’re curious, this was all fiction.
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