-12/1/21 Let's Try Something Different

Angelo sat down at the computer and prepared to type out his next monsterpiece. It was only a few days until his self scheduled publish date and he was at a loss for what to say. It happens, but he always seems to find a way. Perhaps if he fired up some epic YouTube music on a hidden tab and simple put his fingertips on the appropriate keys, left index, F and right index, J, something would come to mind. He took a minute and searched out what he thought might suffice.

"Ok, Bain, hit play and let's see what happens," he said to himself.

He positioned his fingers on the keys and waited. The music started to play and he could feel his body attempting to become one with it. As the sound pushed past his lobes and penetrated his drum it hit a double bass kick before diving even deeper down into the very core of his being. He waited and imagined what it was trying to say to him. What was it attempting to convey? He could feel it pulling his mind down into the abyss of a inspirational black hole., swirling faster and faster as it gained momentum. It was desperately wanting to rocket down that cold unforgiving tunnel and shoot out into another world of make believe and magic, where anything and everything is possible. He held his fingertips as steady as he could but the sensation was starting to be more than he could handle. It pulled.

"Almost there," he assure himself. "Just a little further and this swirling vortex of a mind-nado will spit me out into written bliss. The fires of inspiration will burn with an unquenchable thirst."

Round and round and round and faster and even faster he went. He felt as if the white letters on the keys were opening up and tugging at his skin. He felt it pulling at each one, begging them to give in and allow it to move them at will. The tendons around his knuckles began to feel stressed as he realized he was unintentionally pulling away, forcing them to remain at bay, just barely touching to a hover until the moment was right. Inspiration hadn't quite taken control over him. He was giving into the music completely, pleading for it to give him a spark. The command. The permission to begin. He could see the vortex getting smaller and hear the epic music growing more powerful with each increasing second. Ready, set, go was almost a fraction of a heartbeat away. The music was nearing its climax with unstoppable fury. And then it was time.

He gave in and let the keys have him. They yanked left and then right, instructing specific fingers to dance in step, one two three, one two three. He watched as each possessed one did the bidding of an unseen force. Angelo gave up control and allowed his body to become the vessel of whatever it was that guided it. Whatever would be written, would be.

"Let it spring forth and manifest itself as it should," he cried out as the winds tried to topple him and tatter his clothing.

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Streaks of lightning zigzagged across the sky, rippling the outer lip of the vortex. The machine gun clicking sound from the keyboard warned of overload. How could he maintain thought at this speed and come out the other side undamaged? Destruction was imminent. This was just too much too fast. But it had a hold of him and wasn't about to release. All he could do now was to ride it out and hope for the best. He continued to type and type and type as his fingers burned and pleaded to stop. They were losing sensation in them and Angelo began to feel light headed.

"Almost there! Almost there! Al ... most ... there!"

The music ended and released Angelo back into reality. All was still. All was quiet. He sighed heavily and exhaled long and slow. It felt rejuvenating as he pulled his fingers clear of the board. He squeezed them tightly to relieve the pain. But what of the words? What gift was left to gaze upon? Angelo opened his eyes and looked toward the monitor with high hopes. He was amazed at what he saw. Absolute satisfaction engulfed his entire body. He leaned back in chair, cleared his throat with a smile, and read what the universe had given him.

"Until then, continue to feed your brain. You owe it to yourself."

Angelo