My alarm woke me at 4am. I went back to sleep until 4:30am. Against my bodies every desire, I decided to wake up and face a day of work.

I wasn’t completely sure what would happen upon arriving at work. I was well aware that Ryan (A Jehovah’s witness that sends my gaydar off the scale-he for some reason doesn’t know he’s gay though) decided to stop showing up for work last week. I was ready to face a day of working alone.

Sandy saved the day! She decided to skip school, just so I wouldn’t have to struggle all day working alone. She rocks!

After the crowds had dispersed and Sandy had left, I put on my favorite “starbucks official manditory cd” of my choice. During lunch time it plays some amazing classical music. Beethoven’s “Sanata pathetique” came on and as usual entranced my imagination. I looked around. I saw depressed buisness men eating alone in the lounge. Employees fighting with bosses, people working harder than possible. I saw the world struggle and suffer. I turned up the song and listened as the sweet desperate note rose and fall, urging the listener onward. A sense of need being created with beautiful music. As the music drowned out the sounds of a busy hotel lobby, the world made sense. For those few moments that Beethoven gave me, I figured it all out. In a flash, and then it was gone. Gone as the echos on the walls when the conductor stops the orchestra. Everything was back to normal. My moment was gone.

For the millions of musicians, and authors and artists that have given me moments like these. How can I ever thank you.

beautiful.