It’s three a.m.. I inhale deeply on my last menthol cigarette, god…I really need to get some sleep, but my cell phone rings interrupting my languid brain attempting to entice me away from this recording studio and into my bed.
“Yea, what’s up?” I ask, and then listen as a hyped-up client says he’s at a club…can I cut a demo with some guy named Israel.
I pause to think. Hmm, fresh talent. But, I’m tired…
“I’ll record tomorrow,” I offer.
“No! Israel just needs a moment – no regrets!”
Before dawn, the impromptu session produces a classic hit song.
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Inspiration for this story came from this classic song, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, performed by the late Hawaiian singer, Israel Kamakawiwo’ole or, “Bruddah Iz”. He passed away from heart failure in 1997 at the age of 37.
And, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, hostess of the weekly writing challenge: Friday Fictioneers! Join in by writing a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Photo source: Bjorn Brudberg