Short Stories by William S. James

a short story by William S. James

Johnny Hardrive was a rocker, and he knew it. Hell, everyone knew it. He had that lean look, along with cute, and had it all rolled into one. He was almost too pretty. When they saw him, young girls giggled with excitement, positive he was somebody from television or a Teen magazine. Johnny had felt their recognition, and it made him feel good.

Johnny slumped in his chair staring at the TV, not moving a muscle. On the surface, there was no visible movement of any kind. On the inside, behind those dull, staring eyes, his mind was working feverishly. It skipped from one subject to another every few minutes. But Johnny’s mind did come up with some good thoughts once in a while, and sometimes, he even managed thoughts that could be productive to his musical career. Unfortunately his wandering mind just turned them into short thought phrases with no real ending or resolve.

Johnny was a rocker, but he was not a star by any means. Johnny was poor, and lived with his mother. He had the ambition to be a star, but his mind hadn’t yet synched with his actions to make any money, and being a star was all about the money.

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