Perfection

It is the sound of utter silence.

Everyone has stopped playing.

All the instruments have been taken out because one was too many and no one was good enough.

So the music stopped. Everyone threw away their BIAB hard drives and gave up.

Pure pristine silence. Nothing out of key. Just pure beautiful nihilistic nothingness and a humming in the head.

Then, wait, the sound of Katy Perry coming from the arena 10 miles down the road.

...... it. Oops, I mean forget it. (Typo. Fingers slipped.)

Plugging back in.

PERFECTION.

Aaaaaaaahhh.

Ommmmmmmmmmmmmm.