Gemotions

The clatter of drums echoed through the house, a constant, rhythmic pulse that had once been a source of his greatest enjoyment. Now, it was… overwhelming. His son, Sam, had taken his love for drumming and turned it into an all-consuming passion. Every spare moment was spent practicing, analyzing complex rhythms, and obsessively researching drum equipment. He had taught him the fundamentals, thinking it would be a shared bonding experience, but the tables had turned. Sam was now in a band, playing gigs, and completely outshining him. Mark retreated to the back porch, seeking a moment of peace, the drumming fading to a dull thud.