Cracking Coconuts

Identity #5: The Composer

Damien stared at his guitar, still unsure what to play. Silas told him not to worry and that the music would come back to him. Yet, without his music, he felt lost and unsure. The music was him. It was the foundation of who he was as a person. 

No matter what happened in his life, he always had his music. Frustrated, he pulled out his journal. He had several poems so far, but he wasn't sure if they were ready to be lyrics. For them to be lyrics, he needed music and no melodies came to mind. It was like his mind had become deaf to the sounds that used to bother him so much that he would hum them without noticing it. Now, he heard nothing. Wait, that wasn't true. He heard things. Comments of others. Snide remarks hidden through the tangles of the world wide web. Laughs that he would call this music. He walked back and forth, trying to work off the feelings. It wouldn't go. 

Done with this, he stood up and headed to his gym. He needed to work out this frustration. He turned on the sound system before jumping on the treadmill. It would be a good start to a nice, long workout.

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"Now that feels better," said Damien. He wrapped a towel around his waist before walking into his room. He shook out his head, spraying water everywhere. 

Bing!

Damien looked around for his phone, but didn't see it immediately. Well, whoever it was could wait. He threw on some sweats and a t-shirt before searching for his phone once again. This time, he found it. 

Remember we've got another job. Be ready in 10 minutes. 

Damien shrugged. He had been exclusively modeling for the past month. It wasn't bad, but he didn't write songs to become a model. Still, it got his mind off his lack of music. 

He grabbed some shoes and sat on the couch to wait. He was way into an episode of Inuyasha when he heard the front door opened. In walked Silas. 

"Really? Are we going backwards in time?" He motioned to Damien. 

"What? I'm relaxing in my house."

"I give you a break and come back to this. I told you to be ready."

"I am. I took a shower," said Damien as he sat up. 

Silas covered his face as he sighed deeply. "Give me strength." 

"Silas, I think Hollywood has made you a little too dramatic."

"Damien, you have been voted People's Sexiest Man twice since you debuted. Do you think this," he motioned to Damien's position on the couch. "got you that title?"

"Well, I like to think it is my good looks that helped."

Silas walked closer to Damien and looked down at him. His face said he was not amused. 

"I can tell what didn't help. That unruly beard, sweats and messy hair." He leaned forward and grabbed Damien's head, twisting it this way and that. "Look at it. It's like a small squirrel crawled on your face." 

Damien slapped Silas's hand away. "Mike has a beard. And he doesn't dress up unless it involves a flannel. Why don't you set your sights on him?"

"Fortunately, for him, the burly lumberjack look is on trend. The best part is he is not even ironic about it. It gives him a sense of authenticity. You," he said as she looked back at Damien. "just look like a bum."

"Isn't the job going to provide clothing and stuff?"

"Yes, but we have a reputation to uphold. The paparazzi has never taken a pic of you in your 'true' form."