When I was little, I heard Gloria Estefan's song "The Rhythm is Gonna Get You" one night before going to bed.
I had a nightmare that night.
In the morning I asked my mother, "Mom? Is the rhythm really going to get me?" to which she replied, "Only if you are really lucky, honey."
I regret giving up the piano because the rhythm did eventually get me. And, like a fool, I threw it to the side of the road. Like a banana peel. Or a glove.
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