(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!)

© C.E. Ayr

Groove

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.