Writers' News

For a wide range of services for writers, visit our links page

Writing Magazine

Competition Showcase | Online competition | WN competitions | WM competitions | Rules

Competition Showcase – Fate of an Idol by Shaun Avery

‘Yeah, but that was days ago. Things move fast in show business, my friend. This is the place where it all starts. We don’t want to take any chances, do we?’
Mozart’s doubts ran deep and shouted loud, but he kept his silence for now. And he swore to himself, there and then, that nothing they could do would ever make him learn a silly dance routine to go with the presumably silly song.

The idea of a Week In The Life of Mozart TV show had been bandied about as far back as the night of his win, and he had initially been keen on the idea, thinking he could show fans the inner workings of one of his symphonies, from conception to actual performance. But now that the cameras were on him all day, filming every move he made no matter how boring (and some of them were very boring), he’d found his enthusiasm waning.
For a start, it was remarkable how little of his time was taken up with actually creating music. Most of his waking hours, they were spent being photographed, or signing autographs to

give to his fan club. The fan club idea was one he liked, but he was constantly kept at arms length from it, and never got to be as hands-on with the people who had voted for him to win as he would have liked. Instead he spent his nights in fashionable nightclubs, and attending movie premieres – anything, Robert claimed, to keep him in the limelight.
Then it was time to promote his new single – the one written not by Mozart, but by the three stooges that Robert had hired to craft him a hit.
The song was called Lie To You, Baby.
And Mozart hated it.
He’d won a show called Class Idol because he was supposed to have that extra bit of class that would make him stand out from the other 39 acts in the top 40. But Robert’s cronies had created a song that sounded exactly the same as all those other acts. Any attempts that Mozart made to put his own stamp upon the finished product – a violin here, a piano solo there – were edited out in the recording studio when its supposed performer was busy out there promoting the damn thing.
He’d won the show, but at what cost?


Click here for the next page