It’s finally here, it’s Friday and it’s time to join the Fictioneers! This is my story based on this week’s photo prompt (copyright Roger Cohen) for this friendly and encouraging writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Feel free to join the Fictioneers, rules are all on Rochelle’s blog, and check out the other stories at the link through the blue guy under the photo. As per my New Year’s resolution I (eventually) got this story to exactly 100 words.
And this week if you scroll down past my story there is a special bonus at the end.
It’s not that I hate classical music, exactly. I’m just so bored of playing it constantly.
I know it’s my job, and the public certainly enjoy it. We got a standing ovation after the concert yesterday.
The trouble is that classical really isn’t what I love. I want something with a bit more life – and a proper bassline.
Instead it’s all Beethoven and Tchaikovsky, with endless rehearsals to satisfy the maestro.
Why don’t rock musicians buy cellos? I kept sending ‘pick me’ vibes in the shop, but they always left with a guitar – and I ended up with Mrs Orchestra.
This week I would say my genre is probably Humour, and the special bonus for sticking with me this far is this extract from what might have been a dream come true for the cello who wanted to be in a rock band.