Cliff perched atop a stool in his private studio, strumming chords on a sleek six string.
He fancied himself a musician, but the truth of the matter was that he just didn’t have “it.” What he did have was money enough to buy all the “stuff” of a musician, but money could not purchase what was most important.
That didn’t stop him. Every night he ran clumsy fingers over strings that seemed to fight him, singing, trying to train his toneless voice.
Drowning his nightly frustrations with alcohol, he looked for hope and good music to come with the rising sun.
WC: 100
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
Good luck!
Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams 
They say everyone can learn how to play… maybe not as well as others, but if they keep it up…
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I try to believe that as I bang the strings on the ole guitar in the corner. What I know is self taught and pretty bad, but I have fun with it and that’s all that really counts.
Thanks for stopping by Dale!
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Russell… the important thing is the joy you get our of what you do with it…
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A shame about turning to alcohol, otherwise I admired his sticking at it.
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Yes. I do believe he may have a problem. At least in this case, it is fiction. I’m afraid that it may well imitate life though.
Thanks Iain!
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What a grueling life! I know it well.
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I wish you all the luck Alice!
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I hope he does not turn to alcohol too much!
Nice story! 🙂
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Thanks!
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In the house of the rising sun. One day, maybe.
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You never know! Thanks for reading Keith!
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Dear Russell,
At least Cliff had the money to pay for his toys. Sadly, even those who do have ‘it’ don’t necessarily make it. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re right Rochelle. It often takes much more than talent. Thanks for stopping by!
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I suppose if you don’t have it, you have to stop at some point. Alcohol won’t help him but credo to him for keeping trying
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Can’t fault a man for following his dreams! Thanks for reading Michael!
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I dreamed of being able to have my fingers fly across the piano keys, but I had to accept my limitations. I enjoy playing, but I’m just average. Good thing it wasn’t the only thing in my life that I wanted to do 🙂
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I like to strum some chords on the guitar, but I won’t ever approach average I’m afraid. I, like you, thank my lucky stars that I have other interests! Thanks for stopping by!
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I have tried to play several instruments … without success so I admire his willpower to keep trying. Pity he turned to the drink though.
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Perhaps he will get his act together. Thanks for reading!
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Poor guy. At least he’s got the rock and roll lifestyle nailed with the excessive booze… it’s something at least!
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Haha, now that’s looking on the bright side!
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I can understand his frustration – learning an instrument means you are in for the long haul. Sadly alcohol and fluent playing are completely at odds with each other.
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You’re right Jilly, developing any new skill is an exercise in patience and frustration, but a worthy exercise I believe.
Thanks for reading!
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