Took last week off because, after the September from Hell that was unleashed upon me, I needed a bit of a break. Now, I’m back to doing what I do, and hopefully will be less tired and do more other writings. Here’s the latest Fictioneers story for y’all:
by Miles Rost
“I know it doesn’t look pretty, but we’ll do fine with what we have.”
Paul and Mark looked around at the studio, and smiled.
“We don’t care. We’ve got some ideas, and the studio will be fine.”
Mark looked over at the engineers, and pursed his lips.
“Just curious, why didn’t we get the normal studio?”
The engineers smiled.
“Apparently, the last folk that were in the studio,” he chuckled as he relayed what he saw, “They smoked it up in there.”
Paul shook his head.
“Those kicks just keep getting harder to find, man.”
Mark smiled, as he looked at the sheet of music in front of him…
R.I.P. Paul Revere (1938-2014)