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She. I. She sensed She couldn't believe It was bound to happen. It had been twenty-four years since she'd last He woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was racing, his hands He is African rock royalty. Even after the long absence, his presence lingers in the hearts and minds of his fans. I miss you. He is a silhouette sitting on the railing of the balcony overlooking ...
"You know I have...issues." "So?" "So stress and...issues don't go too well." “Who says it will be stressful?" "Are you being serious right now?" “Okay, okay. Maybe weddings can be a little bit stressful." "A little?" "Fine. A lot stressful but you can handle it." "What makes you so sure?" "Come on! This band has performed in front of thousands of people. You...
1 Are you there, God? It’s me, you know who. No, we are not doing this again. The first time I let it go. Okay, I have not let it go. I kept silent. Did I talk to you about it? No, I just let you do as you please, you being King of everything and all. You know everything. You know what I’m going to ask even before I ask it. I’m going to ask anyway. It’s the only thing I can do right now. <...
I wipe the fog off the bathroom mirror and my mind. This is the end, isn’t it? Well, I am going to go out with a bang. “Isn’t it wonderful how they have finally settled down? I’ve been following their story right from the beginning. So inspiring. If two people who are so different can commit to living their lives together, for better or for worse, then I think our chanc...
5. I miss you. He is a silhouette sitting on the railing of the balcony overlooking an island. His island. He takes another sip from the half empty bottle of wine then shouts: "At least I own an island!" He is an island of grief in a sea of happiness, resilience, normalcy. That one thought, "I miss you" is an island in his mind, surrounded by the tepid waters made up of all...
He is African rock royalty. Even after the long absence, his presence lingers in the hearts and minds of his fans. No, not just fans. They are his subjects. His enemies go so far as to call them his minions. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. All he wanted was to live and work and play without the suffocating mask of royalty, t...
He woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was racing, his hands trembling, his head spinning. He hadn’t woken up like this since the days right after the love of his life was… No. No, he wasn’t going down that rabbit hole today. He got out of bed and headed straight for his drum kit. For the next hour, he pounded that nightmare right out of his system. With every beat of the dr...
[NEWBIE entered Official Assistants of The Band Members (OATBAM) Chat] Rules of the chat: What is said in this chat stays in this chat. Betrayers will be shot, I mean, will have to buy the rest of us shots. Owners of overly bad spelling and grammar will be shot… by the Grammar police. *smiling face emoji* *see no evil monkey emoji* *hear no evil monkey emoji* *speak no evil monkey emoj...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Heartbreak Hotel. Yes, that Heartbreak Hotel. Elvis’ Heartbreak Hotel. It was real. Anyone who’s ever had a broken heart can testify. Apparently, she was skilled at keeping it in the family. Or in the band, as it were. She deserved her broken heart. After all, she had bro...
It was bound to happen. He had spent hundreds of hours watching their security footage, listening in on their conversations, listening to them arguing as they made music. Then he began listening to their music. The first time he heard the first song off their first album, he experienced synaesthesia. The song tasted like that time when he was fourteen and managed to hack th...
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she was seated here, in the boardroom of the biggest rock band this side of the Sahara. She couldn't believe that she was seated in the boardroom that was in the private jet of the biggest rock band this side of the Sahara! It took all her will power not to go into full fan girl mode. Right in front of her were faces that she had admired f...
She sensed his decision to spend the night in the graveyard. It was a bad idea for her to join him there; so of course she left her room and headed straight to the graveyard. She would deal with the consequences later. “Are you ready?” She did a quick internal checklist. Heart rate: skyrocketing. Palms: sweaty. Vision: blurrier by the minute. Hands: shaking. All unnecessary, but it was har...
I hate being an intern at the Second Chances TV show. “The entertainment company boardroom is the new Roman Colosseum. There are lions and gladiators and death, lots of death - of reputations. Keep your mouth shut, ears and eyes open. We are about to meet the most ruthless gladiator of all.” That was the pep talk my internship supervisor gave me as we were preparing to go into the boardroo...
She is applying black nail polish on his manicured nails. That nail polish company pays him a ridiculous amount of money every time he posts a picture of his fingers caressing piano keys, nails the colour of the black keys. “Yoko Ono.” He smiles. “That was different.” “How so?” “I think the Beatles would have eventually broken up even without Yoko in the picture.’ She ponders over that ...
Screenwriter. Poet. Rock 'n' roll fan. Christian Goth. BTSArmy. Founder of Rock 'n' Roll Film Festival, Kenya (ROFFEKE).
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