The Master
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.
*************
A post for Friday Fictioneer and Three Word Wednesday.
Word count 101
Poor guy. Glad he went with his heart though.
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by
DeleteSomehow this reminds me of seeing my own writing plagiarized. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletei would take it as a compliment. thanks
Deletehow sad but a great story
ReplyDeletethanks
DeleteI would hate to be a composer seeing my compositions mutilated.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great and so real to life story. It reminds me a lot about plagiarism at blogging levels too.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.numerounity.com/2009/08/the-man-at-crossroad.html
thanks for stopping by
DeletePride of a purist. A purist can hardly compromise. Only a mediocre can.
ReplyDeletethanks
Delete