In response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Challenge.
We were brothers. We had our differences that split us apart in my youth. It pained me to hear him play. I called him a fiddle player and that hurt him greatly. He thought he was so good and much better than his younger brother. When I became famous he vanished from my life. I heard that he despised my music and said I had sold out to the establishment. When I found out he was in town for one of my concerts I reached out to him. I invited him to jam with me. We brought the house down.
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Oh Danny Boy! 
Nice story and happy ending. I wish it happened like this more often. The arts can be ‘healing vehicles’.
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Agree totally. Thanks for the comment.
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Danny, Good story of a family reuniting. Too bad every family can’t follow that example. Well written with a great happy ending. 🙂
Susan
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Thanks Patricia! Unfortunately some families never heal from that type of separation.
DJ
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Great story and I bet they did bring the house down! Good job! Nan 🙂
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Hope you could feel the energy. I’m sure the crowd did.
DJ
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Wonderful that one of them still reached out…and that it was accepted. Good advice for everyone.
janet
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Totally agree! Thanks for the read and comment. Always appreciated.
DJ
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Dear Danny,
Those two took sibling rivalry to a new level. Glad they were able to reconnect in the end.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Always nice to hear your thoughts. Thanks!
DJ
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Very nice ending to a painful story. Bringing the brothers back together worked perfectly. Kudos to you.
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Thanks very much for your kind comment.
DJ
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