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The Devil and the Musicians, part 3

Posted in The Devil and the Musicians by erdaron on August 19, 2010


This may seem like the end, but…


The Musicians played on, and the joint was full. Every table, every chair, even the walls were filled with people leaning closer and listening, swaying with the beat. All onlookers drank the sweet music, smiling, except the Devil. He was in usual spot, in the very back of the house, leaning against the wall, trembling hands holding on to the never-ending cigarette.

“Play for me,” the Devil asked in a quivering voice.

“No,” the Musicians shook their heads.

The Devil stood up. He took a long drag off the cigarette, and the thick smoke began to pour from his lips, he raised his cane and rudely poked the man sitting in front of him. The man promptly disappeared in a wisp of thin black smoke.

“Play for me!” The Devil demanded, but the Musicians did not answer.

The Devil swung his cane, and the whole arc of people melted into black smoke. He began to walk toward the stage. A small table that was in his way began to smolder, then turned into cinders and fell apart. He raised the cane above his head.

“Play for me!” The Devil thundered, and again was left unanswered. He brought the cane down, and the entire crowd disappeared. The Devil and the Musicians were the only ones that remained in the place.  The music ceased. Slowly, he began to approach the stage, burning, scorching his way across the floor. At the edge of the stage, he stopped and reached his hand toward one of the Musicians, but something stopped him.

The Devil screamed, roared, flames leaped from him onto the floor, the tables, and the walls. The joint filled with the fires of his rage, and yet the Musicians were unmoved. When his screams died down, one of the Musicians – The Guitar Player – stepped forward, holding out his instrument for the Devil. In silence, his head hung low, the Devil accepted, and stepped onto the stage. The Guitar Player stepped down, and walked out of the place.

The Devil turned around to see the place restored, and a new audience taking seats at the tables.

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