99 word prompt : rock star
August 1, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a rock star. You can feature a central character or write about the feeling like a rock star. Go where the prompt leads!
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://carrotranch.com/2019/08/01/august-1-flash-fiction-challenge/
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We sing to the energy inside a stadium, a concert hall, an empty field where thousands pay a day’s salary to watch us do what we love.
The very rich are revealed through eyes reflecting their abundance and expectations. Their stance screams out, “I deserve the best.”
Those who scrimped, who saved to pay for this one night stand, drink in the energy of an event that might be the pinnacle of their desperate lives.
We sing for the joy of it, for outside these walls there’s no place we can travel, nowhere we can find anonymity, or peace.
Yes. So many are prisoners to fame. Well told.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Joelle, you wrote a fascinating story that explores the psychology of those who make rock stars, as well as those who find themselves trapped in their joy of art.
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Thanks. 🙂 I can’t imagine what it must be like to be denied the ability to walk into a restaurant incognito, and to have to endure pictures of you on gossip magazines. Not to mention the crazies who want a piece of you.
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Yep, you caught many perspectives on this.
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Thanks. 🙂
Nice to know when my writing gets an “A.”
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It most often does. I’m just not so good about reporting out.
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Excellent encapsulation of so many perspectives.
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Thanks. 🙂
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I was just reading about some famous people who buy up land in some out of the way places just to get some privacy… You’ve captured quite a bit here in these 99 words.
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Thanks. 🙂
Being at a rock concert is a lot like being part of a hive mentality. Everything and everyone seem to become interconnected.
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Perhaps that’s why I don’t fit… I’ve always been a rebel 😉
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Rebels are the reason that we have airplanes. The conventional wisdom was that a craft that heavy couldn’t get off the ground.
Airbus anyone? 🙂
Or, perhaps, Jefferson Airplane?
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This was very well-written
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I appreciate the feedback. 🙂
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