The Musician's Battle
*Click* one
*Click* two
*Click* three
On and on the invasive sound echoes around the room in a steady rhythm, it snakes around the walls, ceiling and windows and into the crevices of my mind, willing me to notice it and join its hypnotic cult. I resist for as long as I can, until the inevitable happens.
I turn my head. I stare at the metronome and it blinks back at me. It has a habit of taunting me; it wins every time with its loud incessant sound. Its constant cadence is imprinted on my mind, as irresistible as a siren's song.