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The Day the Music Died

Nancy's Notes 🖊️🎶

Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle
has asked us to use the image below as inspiration
to get creative in 100 words or less, making
every word count. Here’s my flash.

Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox

“Hey, Dad, is it true that music is still banned in some countries?”

“I’m afraid it’s true, Bobby. Some countries still restrict what people listen to and the type of music they create.”

“Jeepers, Dad! What about the First Amendment?”

“Most countries have some form of freedom of speech, Bobby, but the degree to which it‘s upheld varies. If you live in a free country, you can’t fathom what it’s like to be unable to openly listen to or create music.”

“Gosh, Dad! What can we do?”

“Vote, Bobby. Gotta keep those crazy sons-of-bitches out of the White House!”

NAR©2024
100 Words

1 November 2024

This is “American Pie” by Don McLean

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50 thoughts on “The Day the Music Died”

  1. “Vote, Bobby. Gotta keep those crazy sob out of the White House!” I’m not sure we were completely successful this time around. Maybe it’s been a while. But if Lee Greenwood and The Village People are our theme songs now, the music did die.

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  2. Dear Nancy,

    Of course I had an earworm as soon as I read your title. And your story? YES! As Dale said, our mantra is “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Thank you, Mr. Thoreau. 😉

    We went and voted at 0-Dark-30 this morning. Now praying. Thank you for the reminder and a great song. Of course I had to watch (and sing with) the entire video.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. It’s a great American classic song isn’t it? The songs I attach to my stories are very important to me. It’s like picking out that final piece of jewelry when getting ready for a big night out. The wrong piece can make or break an outfit. It needs to be perfect.

      I’m delighted to know you enjoyed my take on this prompt; it truly is in the eye of the beholder. It’s amazing to see how differently people interpret these images.

      Our votes are in. Now we wait and pray.

      Thanks for your gracious comments, Rochelle.

      Shalom

      🕊️

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  9. I love this take, Nancy. As Rochelle quotes: It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. And I love that you saw a guitar!

    Wonderful. And yes. No bitching if you don’t vote (which is what I tell my kids all the time).

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    1. Thanks, sis! I came, I saw, I wrote … all in under 5 minutes. What Rochelle says is absolute truth and how anyone can say it doesn’t fit the prompt bewilders me. We all write about what we see, not what is.

      We voted yesterday. Now we wait and pray. I have no respect for non-voters; it’s your voice … use it, dammit!

      Love your comments, Dale. Thanks!

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      1. I absolutely love when that happens. Took me about 5 minutes for mine, too. And sometimes the link to the photo is tenuous but hey… who cares?

        Good for you, my friend. I know. I give shit to anyone who doesn’t vote. Sigh

        Love that you love, Nancy!

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  11. Music is my first love, it will always be my last. Living without it is unimaginable.

    I’m pleased I’m not the only one that saw that guitar on the beach!

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    1. Since we all see something different, Joy, I saw an electric guitar sticking out of the sand. We are, after all, prompted by our first impressions, are we not? The same could be said for every story submitted: how does it pertain to the prompt? Why do some people see aliens or ex-lovers or parents in this prompt? It’s all in the eye of the beholder.

      Just doing my best to tell a story.

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