Sylvia didn’t know Sutter Keen. The musician was new to the stage. She watched him setting up on stage before the evening’s performance. His instruments were all hand-built. Each one a concoction of strings, bladders, water tubes, and bizarre machinery.
At last he touched one. The sound it made was unique. Sutter’s hands moved faster, touching each instrument. The sounds coming from him eased into her mind, tickling every corner. Amazed by the complex rhythms, she began recording the sublime performance on her phone.
She posted the recording to her Twitter account. Hits started rolling in, faster and faster. Within 30 minutes one million people were clamoring about Sutter Keen, the new sensation.
When he ceased playing, Sylvia ran up to him. “That was incredible! You’re a hit. What do you call that song?”
Sutter winced, “Ah…”
“Are you playing that again tonight?”
“I’m not sure I could duplicate it.”
Sylvia smiled. “I know you’re new, but you need to have self-confidence!”
“That wasn’t a song. I was just tuning the instruments!”
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here for the original prompt: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/10/06/fffaw-week-of-10-06-2015/