A bit of Revenge?

Sitting on the couch with Wagner playing in my ears. Flight of the Valkyrie pumps me up and gets me ready to fight. The blood pumps through my veins with vigor. "I've got this", I think.

Click.

Click.

Click.

I got nothin'. My keyboard strikes are unrhythmic and unharmonious. It's as though my metronome lost the beat. 

I try again.

klasjdf

alsdkfj

alskdjf

At least my fingers are still on the home keys. The brass section, the strings, the percussion. I'm loving the memory of band. I can imagine sitting in my seat with my saxophone in hand. It's bitter sweet to think I was once so young. 

I remember the cursor and return to the story that isn't really a story. I'll get revenge on my family another day. I'll just sit here and listen to the music as I hope my babe does not wake. 

I've got my own child now and my parents are far away. Perhaps it's better to just not seek revenge...

Wagner's Flight of the Valkyrie