Sure, it meant spending months at a time on the road. The hours were long, setting up long before the band arrived and staying long after they finished to pack up the gear and instruments. And when the band hit it big, it was pure adrenaline each night.
But that was then. Now the band was relegated to oldies concerts in high school gymnasiums. The the excitement had turned into tedium. As he reflected back on his life, he knew it was time to quit. There had to be more to life than sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.