I sat in my room, eyes closed, foot tapping, humming a tune. I almost had it. The first song I had written in two years. I was lucky my mind hadn't given up yet. I could concentrate my energy on producing something for once. I almost felt... glad. There was a knock on the door.
"Hanabi, dinner is ready. Please come down." I looked up and saw my mom's tired face.
"Sure. I'll be right there." I was a bit disappointed I had to stop my creativity flow, but my mom was trying her best and I could at least humor her. As I walked down the stairs I could hear the TV blaring. It got louder when I reached the table and sat down, because our living room was set up so we could watch TV while we ate. My dad seemed to be glued to that thing all day.
"Honey, turn that thing off for once. I prepared a nice meal and don't want it ruined by that noisy box."
"The news is about to start! Let me keep it on, I'll turn it down." My dad kept his eyes on the screen as he ate, making small comments at every turning news story. I paid it no mind.
-Tonight it will be clear and fair, temperatures in the 60s. Perfect for viewing the meteor shower we're encountering.-
"Meteor shower?"
"Ah, those things. I heard waves from that kind of stuff can mess with the cable signal."
"Is that all you think of?"
I sat staring at the weatherman on screen for a while, oblivious to my parent's bickering. Suddenly my mom noticed and spoke to me.
"Hanabi? Is something wrong?" I jumped back to reality at the sound of her voice.
"Huh? Oh... no. Not really." I suppose I still looked out of it so my mom smiled gently.
"Maybe you should see it."
"See? See what?"
"The meteor shower. I'm sure there would be a nice view from the roof."
"Maybe, I dunno. Why?" She looked at me intently.
"Well, perhaps seeing something much bigger than yourself will open your eyes and inspire you to discover the possibilities of the world." I looked ay her incredulously. Seeing something much bigger than myself won't improve my inferiority complex towards... everything. But my mom looked hopeful. Like I said, I can at least humor her.
Unfortunately when I got back to my room and tried to restart my progress, my mind drew a blank. Nothing. It was back to the same old halt that had ruined me for years. I didn't want that. Anything but that. I looked at my guitar resting against the windowsill.
"Hanabi, dinner is ready. Please come down." I looked up and saw my mom's tired face.
"Sure. I'll be right there." I was a bit disappointed I had to stop my creativity flow, but my mom was trying her best and I could at least humor her. As I walked down the stairs I could hear the TV blaring. It got louder when I reached the table and sat down, because our living room was set up so we could watch TV while we ate. My dad seemed to be glued to that thing all day.
"Honey, turn that thing off for once. I prepared a nice meal and don't want it ruined by that noisy box."
"The news is about to start! Let me keep it on, I'll turn it down." My dad kept his eyes on the screen as he ate, making small comments at every turning news story. I paid it no mind.
-Tonight it will be clear and fair, temperatures in the 60s. Perfect for viewing the meteor shower we're encountering.-
"Meteor shower?"
"Ah, those things. I heard waves from that kind of stuff can mess with the cable signal."
"Is that all you think of?"
I sat staring at the weatherman on screen for a while, oblivious to my parent's bickering. Suddenly my mom noticed and spoke to me.
"Hanabi? Is something wrong?" I jumped back to reality at the sound of her voice.
"Huh? Oh... no. Not really." I suppose I still looked out of it so my mom smiled gently.
"Maybe you should see it."
"See? See what?"
"The meteor shower. I'm sure there would be a nice view from the roof."
"Maybe, I dunno. Why?" She looked at me intently.
"Well, perhaps seeing something much bigger than yourself will open your eyes and inspire you to discover the possibilities of the world." I looked ay her incredulously. Seeing something much bigger than myself won't improve my inferiority complex towards... everything. But my mom looked hopeful. Like I said, I can at least humor her.
Unfortunately when I got back to my room and tried to restart my progress, my mind drew a blank. Nothing. It was back to the same old halt that had ruined me for years. I didn't want that. Anything but that. I looked at my guitar resting against the windowsill.
