Elephant in the Room

Snippets hung around in his mind. He wasn't practicing everyday like he should; instead struggling to keep the pace. Flurries of production kept him just ahead of the scheduled demands. In a way Michael was playing the odds even if history said this was the worst thing he could do. He could not help himself.

He sat, fingers hovering over the keyboard, undecided what he wanted to say, but quite certain he wanted to say something. He felt sure that he needed to have something to say.