Flash Fiction: Rockstars

“We love you, Miami!”

Following the lead singer’s adieu, each member of the band acknowledged the crowd with a wave and exited the stage.

The arena’s cheers echoed all the way to the dressing room, where a new set of raucous chords ignited: clanging bottles, giggling roadies, snorts, coughs, and a constant push to the party’s tempo until the room was dry; then, everyone boarded the tour bus to continue.

Eventually, the rockstars emerged from the bus like a pack of zombies—greeted by another swath of adoring fans—and took their positions.

“It’s great to be in Cleveland!”

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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