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That’s Me! – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my readers! Hope this day finds you well. It is time for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the ever-present, Rochelle, who never lets us down. This week she chose this photo from Ted Strutz, whom I thank for allowing us to use.  I could not help but remember going to a concert in the cool Metropolis venue of Montreal back in 2008…

C’mon, click me!

 

That’s Me!

“Hello! Isn’t this the coolest?  When I got here I saw the marquee. MY NAME! IN LIGHTS!” She giggled. “It’s so exciting! My name has never up on a sign with lights. LIGHTS!” Her enthusiasm was authentic and infectious. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Ok. I’ll get over it and sing. That’s why you’ve come. — My name! Lights!”

She adjusted her fallen dress strap, picked up her guitar and with another squeal of delight, Roxanne started to play. Her smile was luminous and I  knew I was lucky to have seen her before stardom potentially made her blasé.

And maybe this live video works for those of you for whom the first one did not!

 

 

138 thoughts on “That’s Me! – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Dale,

    I remember the first time I saw my name in print. I wasn’t good for anything for the first 24 hours. Intoxicating. The last line said so much about Roxanne. She’s really wonderful. Another Up close and Dale personal story well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. That’s a great memory, to witnes how a star is born must be extra special. She sounds like a fun person, I hope she didn’t really get blasé. Second video works for me, btw.

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  3. What a sweet story and what a fun addition of links to songs! Isn’t true joy infectious!? LOVE IT!
    By the way, I was quite giddy myself when I saw my name in print for the first time. And it still gives me the happys when I see it out on a new book cover or peer-review article. It’s nice to be recognized for one’s work!
    Fun one!!
    Na’ama

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  4. Q,

    The marquee is supposed to be the finish line, but for some it’s just the place where the real them goes to dwindle.

    WOW! That’s really a clever way to craft this week’s challenge, because how true it is that the thing many peeps yearn to grab is not what makes them . . . them! You’ve captured the essence of that climb in this piece. For some reason, this made me think of Sylvia Plath, whose name exploded onto lights in a posthumous vein.

    You always find a way to make me shake my head (whilst smiling) in amazement with these flights of fiction. Especially the ones that have truth to ’em

    B

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    • B,

      I guess for many it is the finish line. As for dwindling there, now you’ve got me thinking.

      Glad you thought this clever. I love how a reader takes what I write and goes wherever they go. And how sad that so many do explode into lights after their own has burnt out.

      So glad I do. Especially when I think what I wrote is, well, flluff…

      Q

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      • I see the dwindle in so many talents who debut with something that makes you go “Whoa!”, after which it just doesn’t meet up with that sizzle again.

        It’s a horrible thought when I wonder how many of the “27 Club” would have kept that original flow if they’d lived into their graying hairs. Of course, I’m biased so I say all of them. But it isn’t always that way.

        No fluff. Good stuff.

        Yep, I rhymed.

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        • So true. Not all have such staying power as others. And those who are so bright, have a harder time keeping the flame going.

          I know. I think of the “27 Club” often, wondering who would have been able to keep it up and who wouldn’t have. They were all the type who lived so on the edge that I fear they would have burnt out before their time anyway.

          Thanks for the rhyme!

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          • The great ones ain’t content with staying here, it would seem.

            The Rushmore post . . it’s gonna be a thing.

            I think so too, and yet . .

            And yet, it’s the Rushmore post calling. Alls I know is that it makes me miss Amy Winehouse all over again.

            It’s the chime you brought!

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  5. Great story, Dale. I really enjoyed the video too. It reminded me of the first time I heard Susan Tedeschi. I love that smooth, bluesy sound.

    Your story also reminds me of an old Eagles song entitled, “A Certain Kind of Fool.” We have to be careful that we don’t get too drunk on the sound of our own name.

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    • Thanks, Russell. I really.enjoy her music.

      I believe you are right. I think it was uncontained glee and I don’t believe she ever got blasé as she still plays small venues by choice.

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  6. Thankfully the 2nd video worked – we all seem to live in countries where we can’t access the stuff you send! Great story – I too would like to see my name in lights – and stars – and shining – and blinking!!!!! I do however get the occasional photo sent to me where Kiki is appearing in one way or another – it’s cute and lovely!

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  7. I think you’re very clever to take a recount and reduce it to 100 words or less, with so much that you’d want to put in it. The pace was good, the insights into Roxanne, the quiet withdrawal at the end, to let her shine. Great.

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  8. The first time my name was in print was when the teacher sent a note home. You never forget those moments. I’d not heard her before but I am going to listen as she sounds very intriguing.

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