(Author’s Note: When work gets busier, I get less time to write. Things are starting to slow down, so that helps out. Here’s this week’s Friday Fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
Vladimir and his band had everything ready within a minute of taking the stage. No need to tune, as it was already done.
This was Festival Saturday. This was their time to shine, as a new band with something his region never thought they’d ever hear.
With a nod, Bruska smashed the cymbals and broke into his steady 4 beat. Mariska joined at the same time, gliding over the Yamaha DX-7 with funky flair. Duma’s Nile Rodgers style guitar lick meshed with Vlad’s bass plucks, creating a groove pocket that was unmistakable.
The influence of American jazz and fusion had arrived.