Sometimes playing second fiddle has better results than we can ever imagine…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week the story is music to Henrietta’s ears.
Playing Second Fiddle to a Clarinet
Henrietta, I’m telling Riley this has to stop.
No you won’t, George.
We listen to him every night pretend to conduct that band of old farts.
You’re just jealous because he didn’t ask you to play your clarinet.
I’m too good for his measly group.
And it has nothing to do with the fact you two haven’t spoken since high school.
Nothing at all.
When Mr. Jenkins chose him over you for the solo at the Spring Music Fling.
I was sick that week.
And what a good thing your mother made you attend, and I wound up sitting next to you.