Very short yet I find this one pretty good. Basically guitar playing and well random festivals....I come up with a lot of random stuff...often... :D anyway yeah, enjoy! =]


A chord. A strum. A pluck. One of the songs Zack had been practicing so much seemed like just that. His hard work had paid off; he landed a gig at a local festival. It wasn't just any old festival that was having music entertainment. It was the town's heritage celebration-which basically meant pretty much everyone who lived in Zack's town would be attending. Just a trickle of music had gotten him here, and now it was the big deal. A slow flow of a long line of performers left time for practicing and readying for him. Behind the stage was fairly quiet except for the chirp of a bird, while onstage music was blasting furiously through the towering speakers. The screeching of a microphone transferring positions through hands interrupted Zack as he practiced. It was his time to shine; to step out into the spotlight of the mid-afternoon light of the day. The announcer peeked his head around and motioned Zack to the portable stage. Zack complied; picking up his guitar, he headed towards the jet black steps leading up towards the stage. He knew to expect a lot of people in the audience, but what he saw was just ridiculous. Pretty much the whole festival had stopped what they were doing, and as it seemed, just to watch Zack. The feeling of such a big audience flooded him with a mix of accomplishment and nervousness.

"And now we have Zack; a student here in our city. He will be playing us a song on his guitar." The announcer stated, his voice booming through the speakers. Zack nodded and sat down on the wooden stool in the middle of the stage. As Zack moved his guitar into position, the announcer came over carrying an angled microphone stand. He set it down in front of Zack and handed the microphone to him.

"Okay, well this is a song I wrote a while ago. Well, here 'goes." Zack spoke into the microphone and attached it to the stand. He place his fingers inside of the frets and began strumming, letting the music do the work of entertainment for him. His fingers moved expertly up and down the neck of the guitar as his guitar pick vibrated the strings rhythmically. He focused; going into his own world. He suddenly realized that he was on the last notes of the song. As he struck the final chord, an eruption of screams and cheers occurred. The audience was going crazy, obviously wanting more. A smile grew across Zack's face as he picked up his guitar, waved goodbye once more, and stepped off the stage. When Zack got back to where he had been earlier, behind the stage, something seemed to be different. A new person was sitting next to him; and it was her who stirred up a conversation.

"Hi." The mystery said, beaming.

Zack looked over at her. "Hey."

"You were amazing. I'm Kayla by the way. What's your name?" the girl addressed as Kayla questioned.

"I'm Zack. Hey, do I know you? You look familiar."

"I don't think I've seen you before..." Zack said in deep thought.

"Well can we change that?" Kayla asked curiously.

"Okay." Zack said, his smile matching hers. He took her hand and led her into the frenzy of the festival, smiles still across their faces.