Hey, everyone. Once again, I’m participating in Soooz’s weekly flash fiction prompt. Each week she shares a photo and invites writers to participate by writing a fiction or non-fiction piece not exceeding 750 words. For more information on how to participate, visit Soooz by clicking here.
And now, here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Dylan walked onto the darkened stage. As the lights came up and a machine began emitting fog, thousands of fans started to scream. He was in his element. He’d dreamed of this life since he was four years old when his parents gave him a karaoke machine for Christmas.
He took the microphone as the band began to play. This was the final stop on his Unwind Tour, so named for his latest album. All in all, it had been a success. Sold out crowds every night. Standing ovations. The album was his biggest one to date, having sold over a million copies. What more could a rock star wish for?
Peace. Quiet. Relaxation.
No time for that in his world.
But I’m tired. Tired of touring. Tired of the screaming fans. Tired of… this lifestyle.
Dylan finished the concert. Went backstage with his band members. A month off. No touring. No rehearsing. No sessions in the recording studio. Everyone talked of their vacation plans. The drummer had booked a trip to Tahiti. The lead guitarist planned a vacation in Europe with his family. The bass player, Dave, was catching the next flight to the Virgin Islands.
Nice but he had no interest in visiting any of those places.
“What about you, Dylan? Going anywhere special?” The keyboardist asked.
He shrugged. “Not sure.”
“Are you kidding?” Dave said. “He’ll hole up in the studio or at his house writing music. We’d better enjoy the next few weeks. It’ll be a while before we get any time off again.
Had he become so predictable? Dylan had heard of workaholics. People who slaved their lives away while climbing to the top of the corporate ladder. Never having time for anyone or anything else.
Was his life as bad? Dave’s words had touched a nerve. He had planned to spend his time off writing new songs.
You need to unwind. You’re on a fast track to burnout.
But where would he go? Exotic locations held no appeal for him. But there was one place…
There he would find peace and quiet. He could relax.
“Dylan? You never told us what you planned to do,” Dave said.
“Going to a place where I can unwind. I’m going home.”
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