The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Don’t you argue with me
Everyone knows that I am right
Be happy that I allow you to try to refute me
As we both know if I didn’t do that you would never talk
That might actually be preferable for all involved
Especially since I have just won this…
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