Darla ran up to her father and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you!” she yelled, barely able to contain her excitement.
“My pleasure, sweetie,” Bill said. “I know you wanted to see this band perform live, so I got tickets for you and your mother, who will go with you to the arena tonight.”
A few hours later, Bill’s son got an alert on his iPhone. He read it, ran into the den, and handed it to his father. “Oh my God!” Bill screamed when he read about the mass shooting currently underway at the arena.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
The lead singer came back onto the stage and held up both of his hands to quiet the excited audience down after a few minutes of wild cheering and calls for an encore.
He kept both hands up until it became silent enough in the large arena that you could hear that proverbial pin drop.
The silence lasted for around thirty seconds before he grabbed the neck of his guitar with his left hand and brought his right hand down to the body and across the strings as he began the riff to the song everyone had been waiting for.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday challenge from Bikurgurl.
Photo credit: Don Naman Photography 2017