Sunday, 20 November 2016

The Master
PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudeberg
                                                                                  Photo prompt © Bjorn Rudberg

He had not touched a musical instrument in last five years. But the music had never deserted him.
Sometimes he wondered that it was idiotic of him not to accept their proposal; they would have made him rich. He had to just tinker with his compositions. But he was fiercely passionate about his music; he had declined.
‘What a harebrained person I am?’
He was walking past the restaurant in a lackadaisical manner when he heard the sounds. Someone was playing his composition; a composition that he would not tinker with.
He felt sad for the composition; it had been mutilated.
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Word count 101

12 comments:

  1. Poor guy. Glad he went with his heart though.

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  2. Somehow this reminds me of seeing my own writing plagiarized. Nicely done.

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    1. i would take it as a compliment. thanks

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  3. I would hate to be a composer seeing my compositions mutilated.

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  4. This is a great and so real to life story. It reminds me a lot about plagiarism at blogging levels too.
    http://www.numerounity.com/2009/08/the-man-at-crossroad.html

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  5. Pride of a purist. A purist can hardly compromise. Only a mediocre can.

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