Rough draft to ‘When the Music Died’

I am writing a new story. After a faux interview with Rolling Stone, I’m diving into a little bit of that but also a non-magazine style writing. Or maybe this returns to that. I don’t know. Well at least that’s what I hope for. This is what I have so far. This may take me a little longer to write, but we’ll see.


Dan Bradley picked up his son William from band practice almost every day after school during the fall of 2013. It was therapeutic for him and it probably was the same for William. It was a sign that he was moving on with life and his son was doing the same. Moving on seemed to be the only thing he had on his mind after his wife Nancy passed away from her eight-month battle with breast cancer earlier in the summer. The daily routine brought the two men closer together; it became their bonding platform.

William was the bass player for his band The Laughing Hyenas. With his friends Jamie, Benny and Chase, the four would jam at Chase’s house nearly every day after school; they hoped to put on a good show in the school’s talent show the following spring. Balancing AP courses in his junior year was tough on William and he understood that he still had to keep his studies up after school instead of spending so much time with the band. But Dan didn’t say a word. If playing music helped keep the two closer together and help the healing process, he was fine with it.

There was a strict agreement on the length of band practice. William had to be ready to be picked up by 6 o’clock every day. Dan had to drop his son off back at home – sometimes with grandma there waiting to cook dinner – before heading back out to the KTTJ news studio to prepare for his 10 o’clock news broadcast. Dan was the lead anchor for one of Colton, California’s top local news teams. Precision and accuracy was Dan’s motto for work and he maintained that belief for the 23 years he’s spent with the station.

A week before his 17th birthday on one of their daily rides back home, William asked his father if he could take his license test soon. The teenager had his driver’s permit for almost four months and had driven home after band practice several times under his father’s supervision. For weeks Dan hoped that his son would never bring it up. But knowing that the inconvenience of picking up his soon to be adult son would be a problem come his senior year, the two would agree on a date to take the driving test in January. William passed the driving test on his first try.

Nancy’s Subaru Outback sat in the garage untouched for the past two months and that would be William’s car going forward. Dan reminded his son about the rules in the DMV handbook and that he could not give any of his friends rides unless there was an adult in the car at all times. “Yes, yes,” William responded. The young man would agree to anything his dad said as long as he had his freedom to drive. That made both of them happy.


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