Author’s note: Sickness is never a friend. And last week was pretty awful. So I am doing better and have something a little more… whimsical? Let’s read!
by Miles H. Rost
For that moment, only the sounds of panting could be heard through the hall.
Followed by a single person clapping.
“Well done! Well done both of you! Your ability has left you two in a “bow tie”.”
Charles Crumb, the concertmaster for the New Seattle Pops and Bluegrass Orchestra, smiled as the two fiddlers stood on the stage.
“In fact, I think both of you could fit with our company.”
We’re only auditioning for one newbie, Crumb’s assistant whispered.
“Bah! Who’s the guy we have again?”
“Mark O’Connor, sir.” Assistant replied.
“Fire him today. We’re bringing these two on board.”