The county’s top bands were gathering for tonight’s competition, and the whole village would be there. We had rehearsed with devotion, perfected our timing, and fine-tuned our complex movements until our synchronicity was faultless. We were ready.
At 10pm, to wild applause, the Blow-Out Brass Band stood to belt out “Big Noise from Winnetka”, nearly blasting the front row listeners from their seats.
At the same time, on cue, the front wall of the village bank was blasted into the street, and we were in and out of there in minutes and on our way, our prize secure.
Here’s the tune, maybe not played with quite the same gusto as the Blow-Outs’ arrangement, but still entertaining. This story is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.