Day 21 of my drabble-a-day challenge. Here is today’s drabble:

Jack B. Not Greate

"I bumped into Jack yesterday."

"How's he doing?"

"We need to practise. Let's play Lightning Nation again."

"He's doing well, seems really happy."

"The new band's working out well?"

"Yeah, he's..."

"C'mon. Jack's wasting his life in his dad's covers band. We've got work to do."

"He's making good money."

"He's spaffing his life away playing the three-chord trick for drunk punters at weddings."

"That's not fair! The bassline for Johnny B. Goode..."

"Yeah, that's..."

"Guys! There's nothing creative in old songs. Jack missed his chance. This is fun. We're going to go places. Lighting Nation, one more time."

Well, that’s the first time I’ve attempted a super-short story entirely as a multi-person dialogue. Let me know how you think it went!

This evening, due to an unfortunate series of circumstances, I missed a play at my local theatre. Had I made it, I would have seen something celebrating the heyday of The Ealing Club in the 1960s. It’s a short play, so they’ve got a band on after every showing - and I just squeaked down in time to snaffle the pint that had kindly been bought for me and watch an absolutely blistering set from The Hornets.

I mean, honestly, the bassline from Johnny B. Goode really is amazing. And tonight was also the first time I’ve ever seen a live band perform Wipeout. Let’s just say… their drummer is up to the job. And then some.