His eyes darted around the auditorium, as speedily as the fingers strummed the guitar.
He awaited magic – the emergence of a voice from the audience, emanating from a beautiful face. Together, they will create a different kind of music and the night will glide away like never before. It will be a kind of coordination, unheard of before.
It was the hundredth concert, and the hundredth time he was doing it. If he did not see her today, it would be his last performance.
Perfection is cruelly elusive. Life slips away quickly… faster than the hundred words of a story.
An amazing post my friend
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Thank you so much, Jerry!
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It is my pleasure, thank you for sharing.
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Much can be lost in pursuit of perfection. But much can be gained with perfection too. Great take on the prompt!
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That is about how one defines perfection. Thanks 🙂
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True!
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Yes! Perfection is a cruel taskmaster – sucking our joy and gratitude for what we have. Brilliant as always 🖤 Thank you for joining us on our wordsmithing adventure 🖤
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You are welcome, as usual! I enjoy travelling with you online 🙂
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Likewise 🖤
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