The drums weren't just keeping time. They were unkeeping it. Breaking it apart and handing the pieces back to us, wild and new.
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In the back of the room, eyes closed, I felt the beat rearrange my breathing. Fast. Slow. A sudden silence—then a crash of cymbals that splintered the dark. The drums weren't just keeping time