Monday, January 30, 2012

The Review

Written for GBE2 week #37 prompt - Review



     "I just don't understand," she mumbled to herself as she drove across town yet another late night.  "I should be a star reporter by now but instead here I am hopping from nightclub to concert hall night after night, alone.  When will I get a break?"

     Kari had graduated college with honors and worked her way up through small town newspapers until finally she landed a job at the most prestigious newspaper in town.   Unfortunately, the only job opening was for a music review column; not exactly her dream job.  Thinking this would get her foot in the door she eagerly accepted, knowing that it would only be temporary until the editor saw her talent and promoted her to news reporter.   After all, she was a serious journalist.  Famous last words.  Here it was a year later and she was still writing music reviews for wannabes and has-been musicians.

     Arriving at the address she had scribbled on a post-it note she found a parking spot and entered the smoky nightclub.   Sliding into a booth in the back of the room she pulled out her notepad and laid it on the table with her pencil.  It was already past 11:00 and the opening act was still going.  She had to admit she was a little anxious to hear tonight's subject.  He was a guitar player...supposed to be the next Jimi Hendrix or so she had been told.  Finally, he was introduced by the club owner as Kari stifled a yawn.   He began with his own rendition of Jimi's Purple Haze.

     Suddenly the room was empty...or was it.  She could smell his Jade East Cologne before he came into sight.  She hadn't thought of him in years.  It was as if it were 1969 all over again.  He came closer and closer; her heart pounding wildly.  Their eyes met as he laid his hand on hers and...

      Kari jumped, startled, as the realization of what had just happened set in.  The waitress was gently shaking her arm with a worried expression on her face.  "Miss?  Are you alright miss?    I'm afraid it's closing time, do you need me to call you a cab?"

     Mumbling an apology of sorts and assuring the waitress she was fine Kari made a hasty exit to hide her embarrassment.  Sitting in her car she played over in her mind the possible scenarios that could play out tomorrow.  How could she write a review of the guitar player when she had slept through his whole performance! 

     Morning came way too soon and Kari still didn't know what would happen.  Could she write a review on a musician she never heard, or worse, would she be the one under review.







Until next time...that's my view.

Kat

26 comments:

  1. Nice! I hope you are going to do a follow-up! I wanna know how she handled her dilemma.

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    1. I'll have to see what I can do. This is my first venture into fiction. Glad I left you wanting more!

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  2. That is so funny. Hope she got through the next day. Thanks for following me. Following you too
    www.thoughtsofpaps.com

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    1. Thank you Paps. I enjoy your blog and your beautiful pictures. I guess I'm going to have to decide how she gets through the next day since several are asking.

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  3. That's great..I want to know what happens!

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    1. Thanks Anna, I guess I will have to write a sequel! :D)

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  4. That was fun. Really enjoyed reading it. I guess she could be sort of honest, write that his playing sent her to another place.., just not mention it was the Land of Nod *grin*

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    1. Thanks! I think I am going to have to write a sequel so we can see what she does!

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    1. Thanks Maria. Check back. More to come soon.

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    1. Yes, I definitely decided to go a different route with this weeks prompt. It was my first effort at fiction.

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  7. When I read your 4th and 5th paragraphs, I thought Kari knew Jimi in a different time and they'd both died tragically young. I got the feeling she was back in a life she'd lived before, with a musician who had also been reborn and was on stage playing a song they both knew very well.

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    1. Wow! I never thought of it that way. I guess I should have played that a little differently. This was my first effort at fiction and I have a lot to learn. It was fun though!

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    2. No, you did great. I just had this funny feeling while I was reading that you were going in that direction. :O)

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    3. When I re-read it I can see where you could think that.

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  8. ah, good story kat... good play of the word review. :D

    (like elizabeth said, i thought he was going to be from her past...a past love?... who would then rock not only her world - again - and help boost her career to the level she was anticipating...)

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    1. You and Beth have definitely given me something to think about. It started out as just a dream, but it may have to turn into more. My mind is working overtime. :D)

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  9. I enjoyed this Kat!! I wonder--how that review (either one) will turn out. I guess--honesty is the best policy--musician bored her to sleep. LOL!!

    Cheers, Jenn
    http://www.wine-n-chat.com

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    1. Thanks Jenn, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Not the musician, she had just been working so hard she just crashed.

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  10. Very engaging piece of writing. If this is really your first attempt at fiction I'm impressed big time! (I had the same flash as Word Nerd and danneromero. Intentional or not, there seemed to be some connection between the characters.)

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    1. Thank you Laurie, I really appreciate that. It truly is my first fictional story. I may have to explore that connection further between the characters. You must read second part called The Dilemma.

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  11. Stop by and pick up your award! :)

    http:jo-mywanderingmind.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you so much Jo. You are too kind. :D)

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