The familiar opening chords started out into the air and Steve felt himself back in time. He was no longer a forty- three old accountant with thinning hair. Instead he was seventeen and sprouting a mullet. The band was jamming out his personal favorite tune as he and his buddies rocked in their nosebleed seats. Nothing mattered outside these concert walls. Life in its current simplicity surrounded Steve, his pals and the music they loved. The song ended, returning Steve. His sixteen year old son next to him enjoying the music of this new band he had discovered.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.