Mc Dermot
The old time music hall was dying, it smelt wrong, its floor boards no longer tacky with beer, walls that no longer echoed to music. I looked across at Jenson Mc Dermot and wondered, why did he not care. A multitude of acts that had performed here over the last a hundred years. Why the building shouted history and laughter, even the piano, with its worn keys. Dripping with blood, where the hell was Mc Dermot. Now the building vibrates with the sound from music hall acts, how I love that piano, and it’s blood red keys.
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I have a feeling that it will never be the same…vibrates with a sense of the day the music died… I start humming American Pie.
Thank you Bjorn, the first verse from American Pie is very apt.
Dear Michael,
It sounds like something awful just happened in the music hall. I have to wonder what. At one point the narrator is looking at McDermot and then a couple of sentences later he’s asking where McDermot is.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Mc Dermots wanted to demolish the music hall, the piano decided to eat him.
Music halls are filled with history, no doubt there. You captured it wonderfully, even the sinister aspects of the present.
Way to go, Michael!
So happy that you liked it. Thank you.
The blood red keys are a bit concerning. Interesting!
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I get the feeling that the piano’s a man eater.
Very creepy!
Good remembrance story, Michael. He seems to be remembering both the happy and sad times. The blood on the keys hints at a tragic event. Well done. —- Suzanne
A very disturbing story.
Nicely done.
That piano knows how to fight for the music hall.
It certainly did.
I liked the idea here, Michael, but found the punctuation somewhat confusing.
But then I am fairly easy to confuse.
I am glad that you liked the idea, the photo offers so many possible outcomes. If I was to start again I would write about designing a piece of art for the Tate Modern. Sorry about the punctuation it never was one of my strong points. Mike
There are few worse ways to die than being eaten by the piano. Only a few though. Full marks for originality.
Thank you Sandra. You know I wonder if the piano sounded happier after it had eaten.
Such a vivid tale of history and tragedy of modern times. Nicely done.
Thank you. When I saw the picture it took me straight back to when I visited a run down old time music hall in Manchester, England
Tragic from beginning to end!
Thank you. Mike
Oh dear, McDermot was literally consumed by his own lack of caring. A fitting end!
I guess he just did not understand why so many people love music.
Very sad when places like this fade away. The piano has other ideas, however!
Ebony and claret. It’s always a crime when history and legacy are lost to bulldozers. Good to see them win for a change 🙂
Thank you, Mick. Sadly this rather small and old music hall was to simple to survive long.
I was quite confused for a moment there but your comment to Rochelle was an “Aha moment”
Thank you for reading and commenting. Often getting everything into one hundred words and posting quickly, did leave things unclear in this story.
Very creative. Also surreal. I really liked it.
Thank you.
My pleasure!