Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 23rd 2012 in Microfiction

He was warmly welcomed at the gates and taken on a brief tour before they stopped at the sound stage. “Let’s see … what do we have to work with here,” he said happily, mischievously peeking through the curtain. Bach and Buddy Holly, Elvis and Ella Fitzgerald, Mozart and Amy Winehouse, several choirs of what he assumed to be angels. America’s Oldest Teenager straightened his tie, gave a thumbs up to the box seat, and walked out on the heavenly bandstand to thunderous applause.

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