She entered the basement. Her first audition. Surely she could play in this band!
The man waited inside. Skipping formalities, he said: “Listen to this.” He rapped on one of the drums. “Now, I will open the hi-hat cymbals. You will stick your head in, then take it out with the next note. Stick it in with the one after that, and so on. Follow the beat I showed you. For your own sake, I’d recommend you not to be late.”
In. Out. In. Out. Oops! Her head cracked.
"She wouldn’t have made it anyway," he murmured to himself. “Next!”
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Inish Inish has been published on the internet on www.writing.com under same nickname (short stories, flash fiction) and on www.thestarlitecafe.com under “namusisi” (poems). |
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