Life of a MusicianLife of a Musician2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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It starts as a quiet humming in the darkness- a disruption in the air, tense with expectation- only felt by those who start it.
A sudden, luminescent thought- inspiration is a fickle beast, and none can argue with who it chooses to show itself to.
But there, there it starts. It all begins behind a closed door, in another realm without others to interrupt. He throws off his half-hearted doubts and restraining weights- a muted strum of an old acoustic guitar flees from his exploring fingertips.
Hesitantly, he tunes the guitar and strums three notes, building music where there was once nothing. Dim flashes of light fill the dark corners of his empty hideaway; a sense of color in a gray bedroom.
He stops, but his mind running all the faster. The infection has already started- the music won't leave his mind, his fingers strum invisible chords if he ever dares to set the guitar down.
He builds notes, one on top of the other, without even a hint of a seam. Bent over acoustic guitar on an unma