Gemotions

From his perch on the balcony, overlooking the bustling town square, Arthur could hear it. He tapped his foot, precisely on the beat, as the marching band below stumbled their way through *his* arrangement. He tilted his head, listening critically. The brass section was particularly weak. He'd known his arrangement was complicated, but these amateurs... He chuckled to himself, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

He crossed his arms, the late afternoon sun glinting off the gold buttons of his blazer. He thought about going down, offering them a few pointers. He ultimately decided against it. Let them struggle. It only highlighted the brilliance of his original score. He imagined the audience, spellbound by the complex harmonies, the intricate counterpoint - all of it *his* design.