Fahrenheit 451

 
The morning is chilly
My piping hot coffee is quickly getting cold
I’m excited while I reminisce about my days…
 
Later I stand off to the side quietly
Watching their warms up
Remembering my own skill
Counting in my head
Listening to each rudiment  
They’re slowly getting there together
 
Then I take my camera phone out
Xander is privy to it and tells everyone
"We’re being recorded!"
 
“The firemen were not called to douse the fires
They were called to start them”
 
Suddenly there was a change
Both pit and battery came together in unison
An air of percussive theater  
Of fast splitting notes
Of sight and sound
 
After a few run throughs they took the stage
Their floor was on fire
And so were they…