This post was written for the following prompts:
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #195


Melody sighed; she’d been young once.
Then her tempo had been quick, like she was racing up a ladder to the next opportunity.
The drums had beat a tattoo in time with her footsteps, the strings had woven a revelry that made her heart sing. The whole orchestra had been at her beck and call.
Then she had grown old, her life becoming a stagnant pond, but even that taught her lessons. Life was now the recorder, simple but still sweet, or the triangle, a pure note within the mundane.
Unfortunately, they had decided she was to be modernised. The classic was too melancholy for their liking, but she wouldn’t go without a fight.
As they went to close the cupboard, Melody threw herself forward, and fell to the floor.
“Hey I know what that is, it’s a baton, they used them to conduct the orchestra.”
“Really, hey let’s take it out to the stage, it will be more fun than that stupid robot we have now.”
© NopeNotPam
Wonderful use of the 3TCs! Loved it!!
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Thanks, they just fell into place 😊
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She won this battle!
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She sure did 😊
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👌🏼👍🏼
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Love it! 🎶
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Thanks Nancy 😊
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Ahh great ending! Again ❤️
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I love this, it’s fantastic, And I can so identify with it 😊😊😊😊
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I feel like this sometimes
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Hahaha.
I didn’t see that coming.
Fun take for all those prompts.
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Thanks Gary, just trying to squeeze them all in
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