Loneliness

Once upon a time an assertive composer lived all alone. One day he was playing cards when he thought, 'I'm sick of playing solitaire, I want to play poker.' So he got up and marched out onto the street, trying to find people to play with. He heard bass pounding across the street and decided to go through the little door. He found himself in a small, cramped nightclub. The bass was even louder here, and there were people everywhere bumping and grinding. Sequins, bare chests, and the stink of booze. In the centre of the room however was a bright floating being. She looked calm and at peace. Life was better on the other side.