Oppressive darkness shrouds the vast black hallway while spotlights scream energy out on stage where there is air. Wait, raging son. Shrill electric pandemonium resounds from mile-high boxes, drowning out sickly shrieking adoration. Unclench, trembling brother.
Brother waits, impatient for his younger sibling to leave the stage. Fists at his sides he scrutinizes the singer as he wails and thrashes for his audience. Brother’s fury lies in the frustration that the little shit would never mutter a sound while taking his beatings.
Brother ducks into the cover of the darkness as the song ends and the band begins to leave the stage.
“Sir!” calls a staff member, addressing man as he finally arrives in the wings. “This guy says he’s your brother…”
Man squints into the shadows. When brother steps forward he waves off his employee and approaches.
Brother cranes his neck to sneer at man’s effeminate make-up, his long hair, his slim body in tight clothing. He wonders how so many women can desire such a sissy.
“It’s father,” brother hisses. “He’s in the hospital.”
“Why should I care?” man asks, turning to leave.
Brother grasps his sleeve. “Mother wants you there.”
“Fine, I’m almost done,” man says. He walks back onstage to thunderous applause.
Brother seethes, biding the time until his next opportunity to shine in father’s eyes.
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Linda G. Hill 
I am not sure if I missed the plot here:
why (if you are free to say) are they numbered honey? It is a curious thing 😉
So that you can read them all in order… like chapters.
Oh – yes – (idiot!) lol! Make sperfect sense really – common sense I suppose 😀 –
Hows things? all good ma’am?
Busy busy…
😉 It is a good thing sometimes.
It’s all relative, my dear. 😉
I hate it when I can not remember the conversation darling? But I do recall family members in your write — so I am imagining it is this to which you refer? 😉
Oh look – I just recalled – busy busy right?
Yes – relativity is a wonderous thing to perceive!
Right now – busy is my saving grace from my own demented soul.
Definitely a good time to be busy. I, on the other hand, would rather be busy editing. I’m up to here with frustration at the moment.
Ah babe – that is not cool. I take it you are just not being left to get on with it then hey?
Honey – if we just lived closer – you know hey –
Take a deep breathe girl – it will fall into place – it always damn well does somehow 😉
Wine?lol! (mine is history 😦 )
I make my own wine, so I have cases of it. Does that tell you anything? haha
I appreciate your willingness, regardless of distance. Thank you, Belinda. 🙂
You realise of course with this recent information I am reading to emigrate just to be near you my love…
emigrate/immigrate – It is like left and right to me – I can seldom remember the difference 😉
Haha! I used to know which was which. 😛 Don’t worry about it my dear. I’ll manage. How about I just send you a bottle of wine and we’ll call it even? 😀
Sounds reasonable 😉
🙂
Good news . . . father may die. Bad news . . . brother is still around
😉