"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Rising screams lifted the crowd to a torrent of ecstasy. The guitarist popped a string. The drummer played on with burst drum heads and a foot pedal that quit working two cities ago. They worked hard for a good show, sweat layering the stage in the hot amphitheater sun. Behind the stage, a laptop pumped audio to the speakers. The crowd didn’t suspect anything was broken. The laptop worked just fine. It’s a great show.
(Author’s notes) August 12th, 2015: Newark NJ. (75 words)
This is one of the smaller dreaded postage stamp note pads. Hilton causes this. I guess the more expensive the room, the less the guest actually has to do? They probably have assistants for that back at the office to take notes, right?
For the story: I worked with another pilot who spend a number of years as a professional roadie. To hear about an industry dedicated to support of what we only know by the band image itself is interesting. This roadie worked the laptops behind the stage. It was interesting to hear tales of that life.