Perfection

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.


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