Thursday, February 26, 2009

A Draft

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He just couldn’t keep the beat, unlike everyone around him. Did they clap on the beat or off the beat? He couldn’t remember. Not that that would make a difference. It is supposed to be natural. Heck, babies prefer bouncing on the beat, and can even be trained to distinguish different rhythms. He was a baby once, surely he preferred bouncing on the beat when he was seven months old. So why was he unable to find the beat now? He had just read that therapists were using musical rhythms to retrain stroke victims how to walk. These people are brain-damaged, and yet they can feel something he can’t! He was told to relax, to let the music wash over him. Let his body move to the music, don’t make the body move to the music. But he had never been encouraged to lose control like that. His parents told him to act his age. His teachers told him to stop fidgeting at his desk. His girlfriend… well, he was highly encouraged to maintain strict control of his hands. Society expected him to be manly, rigid and emotionless. Was it too late to learn how to let go, how to let his body react to the music the way it used to when he was a baby?

Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap.

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