[Mister Saint]: 79.Contest Entries.Five Words Jan07

For [Annie]'s Five Words contest, January 2007.

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She sat at rest before the row of ivory keys, dumbfounded into stasis. No matter how many times she turned a page in her score, her warm sweat a warding perfume against the incense of calmness, the notes just seemed to run together. It was as if the music had been created under the pen of an alcoholic with bipolar disorder. Rationalize her hesitation as she did, though, Trini could not help but notice her crowd dying of boredom over the top of her piano. Begin, she cursed herself, or let them sit and pretend not to hate you for wasting their time. Her fingers at last began to move. Failure seemed a viable option, but in a sense she found motivation there. After all, she mused silently as her erring sixteenth notes became accidental eigths, getting booed is much better than receiving no reaction at all.