Five Sentence Fiction



He stands among the crowd nodding his head and tapping his foot steadily to the beat of the music. His date sways her hips suggestively next to him but he only has eyes for the colourful notes floating through the air, falling softly in his ears and littering the stage in front of him. What I wouldn't give to be up there with the band, adrenaline flowing and blood pumping through my veins, he thinks. What he didn't give to his music over the years, escapes him. So he stands among the crowd, nodding his head to the beat of the music, wishing, dreaming, yearning — for stardom.


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