Rock Star Famous: a 99-Word Flash

This week’s prompt at Carrot Ranch (www.carrotranch.com) was to write a story about a rock star in ninety-nine words (no more, and no less). Here is my story:

Rock Star Famous

My son Mark and his friends formed a band called Spike Strip. They rehearsed daily after school their two songs in the run up to the concert planned for Halloween.

During trick-or-treat, they sang and played those songs over and over again as kids came to the door for candy.

The concert was over before I returned from work, but that night Mark and his buddies were rock stars.

So much so that when there wasn’t a concert the following year, many kids asked where the band was, disappointed that they weren’t playing. Apparently, it was a memorable event.

Nancy Brady, 2019

It is funny that today when children are asked what they want to be when they grow up, many of them say that they want to be famous. They don’t name a profession like doctor, teacher, or nurse, but just to be famous.

What that says about our culture, I can’t say for sure, but it is a bit sad that being famous outranks being a productive human being. Alas…

Read all the other 99-word flash fictions at http://www.carrotranch.com, or better yet, write your own.

 

 

About pedometergeek

A pharmacist by profession, a haiku poet by nature, I read and write. I have a book of haiku, Ohayo Haiku, and another somewhat alternative haiku book, Three Breaths, but write other genres. I also read...lots of novels! My favorite is, and remains, Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged but I am also a big Harry Potter fan. I truly am a pedometer geek strapping on my pedometer as soon as I awaken.
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2 Responses to Rock Star Famous: a 99-Word Flash

  1. Jules says:

    Hubby’s family was big on education. Profession didn’t matter. If you were going to collect trash you were going to be an educated trash collector. I never wanted to be famous. I just wanted to do what I liked instead of what other people thought I would be good at. That completely changed what I went to a two year college for. But it all works out, since now I’m pretty much doing what I want. It just took a few more years 😉

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  2. I must say that my parents wanted us to be able to support ourselves as well as have an education. My sisters and I all ended up with a college education, but for my younger sister it was via a roundabout way. She took a class or two, then eventually got her associate’s degree. Then the same for her bachelor’s degree. My older sister and I went a more traditional route straight-thru for our bachelor’s degrees, but eventually my older sister by taking a class here, then another wound up with a master’s in education (she knew she wanted to be a teacher from second grade on).

    My sons have taken a different path…one is a journeyman electrician with a side business of his own tuning cars. My older son ended up in the Air Force learning Chinese. Neither have college degrees but they are both successful (happy, healthy, productive adults is my definition of success) in their livelihoods and life.

    I like your husband’s family’s philosophy…I used to say that my kids could be whatever they wanted as long as they were the best/did the best they could (educated garbage collector theory).

    Overall, it is the journey, the process, and if the person ends up happy so much the better.
    Jules, you are happy and successful; I wish I was as disciplined as you. ❤

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