The beats are getting closer and closer.
I feel a panic in my chest like a tornado is swirling.
The tornado has a life of its own.
It's about to take flight, with my heart in tow.
Attention to detail will save me in this moment.
I want to give up, surrender, before this panic consumes me.
But I press on until the mission is complete.
I made it.
I collapse as a deep breath of relief leaves my chest.
Now can one of y'all get me a nail dryer? Obviously I just finished a mad crazy nail painting sesh.
And dude, that almost took more focus, and attention to detail than I can typically muster up.