Hits & Blues

A short piece of mirror fiction. For more of my writing go to andrewhenleywriting.wordpress.com

Singing Blues & Taking Hits

A cheapdate bar in Badluck City. To Billy it’s the greatest stage on Earth. It doesn’t get him girls and it doesn’t get him money; it doesn’t get him much except a reason not to give his reflection a blackeye, but that’s all anyone ever really needs. His bank balance takes the hit, so he crashes on a friend’s couch rather than steer off the road to fame and glory. And Billy keeps singing the blues.

Singing Hits & Taking Blues

Headlining festivals. TV appearances. Soldout venues worldwide. All claiming to be the greatest stage on Earth. Billy’s got more girls and money than a poor virgin’s wetdream. His mansion has no mirrors. Every night he sings his hits and sleeps on the tourbus. Praying for a crash. And that’s when he takes the blues.