Best of Plans

By Christopher Blickensderfer

You’ll never get famous by driving a taxi, and trying to get discovered as a writer is just about as impossible. Making a name for yourself as a local musician, now that’s a realistic goal. Not just a dream, but a reality I had lived once before, and with the right people in the band it could happen again. Our plan is simple enough, what could possibly go wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Blickensderfer
• Release date: Jun 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301031757

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Best of Plans

Christopher D. Blickensderfer

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Copyright 2013 Christopher D. Blickensderfer

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The sun pounded mercilessly on the tiny glass windows but only a few stray beams made it past the tilted metal slats of the dusty blinds. This was a place where natural lighting was not welcome. A musty hole to be illuminated only by neon beer signs.

A dead mirror ball with only half of its little squares intact hung over the small open space of dirty floor tiles that served as a dance floor. The darkened corner stage covered with stained carpet remnants had a small drum kit and a few amplifiers on it. I looked through the smoky gloom to see if there was a keyboard up there, maybe covered with an old blanket as were the drums, but there were no keys. It was tough to find a keyboard player that was willing to play bars. In the past that had always made it easy for me to find a gig.

For a few minutes my thoughts wandered off to past gigs I had played, many of them in bars not much better than this one, and most of them much worse, if that was even possible. Thinking of music, I turned on my stool to eye the jukebox against the far wall. It had been silent since I walked in several hours ago.