One night, I normally go downstairs to tend to the family but that night I had a headache and laid down on the bed thinking about why I had such a headache about my musical block I've been struck with for the past decade. As I laid there pondering marriage life and kids, I heard snap, crackle, pop from my bathroom and it wasn't a bowl of cereal awaiting me.

It was a fire in my out vent and it was spreading. The fan in the vent sparked and caused a fire. So, with my quick thinking skills and my lesser firefighting skills, I used the nearest thing in the bathroom to put the fire out and that was water everywhere. In the middle, some melted plastic fell off the vent and hit me in the bath which exclaimed that I needed to douse the blaze quickly.

Once the blaze was quenched with the might of H2O, I sat down at my computer after cleaning my mess in the bathroom up. Opened up FL and made this intense theme that suddenly popped into my head. It has a seriousness about it and death is looming but I thank the powers that be for giving me the headache that made me stay in my bed rather than go downstairs. One must wonder, if I did happen to go downstairs; I'd be telling a different outcome.