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Short Story - Elusive Memoirs🤘🎸

Added 2025-03-07 17:06:21 +0000 UTC

Meet your Reckoning - Elusive Memoirs (By Zobiux)

"Uriah exhaled a cloud of frustration into the cold night air as he slung his guitar case over his shoulder. Another dive bar gig for tips and beer. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Ever since leaving his old band, he had been scraping by, drowning in the silence that followed his departure.

That night, after his set, he found himself nursing a whiskey when a woman slid onto the stool next to him.

“You play well,” she said, tapping the bar top with her rings. “Ever thought about starting something real?”

He turned to her. She had blue hair, a well-worn leather jacket, and the confident posture of someone who knew what she was about.

“Depends,” Uriah said. “Who’s asking?”

“Nicola,” she said, offering a hand. “I play bass. I’m putting together a band, and I need a guitarist who can keep up.”

Uriah chuckled. “That so? Well, I know a drummer. Guy from my gym - Andre. Hits the weights as hard as he hits the skins.”

Nicola grinned. “Then all we need is a killer singer.”

Easier said than done. Months passed, auditions blurred together, and still, no one fit. Some had the talent but no fire. Others had presence but couldn’t carry a note. The three of them kept grinding, playing anywhere that would have them, but something was missing - until one night, Nicola sent Uriah a link.

“Check this out,” she messaged.

Uriah clicked. A video of a young woman singing in her bedroom filled his screen. Her voice was raw, rich with emotion, the kind that demanded attention. Her name was Emma Powell.

“Think she’d be interested?” Uriah typed back.

“Let’s find out.”

One message turned into a video call, which turned into an jam session in a rented rehearsal space. When Emma sang with them for the first time, they all felt it - that electric connection that made a band more than just musicians playing together.

By the end of the night, Emma wiped sweat from her brow, breathless.
“So… when do we start?”

Nicola smirked. “We already did.”

Uriah grinned, gripping his guitar a little tighter.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the one that would last."