Monday, 29 August 2011

#1 Soundbite Music


The MP was in trouble.  Something had been bothering him for quite some time.  It was worse than an ache; he felt like his throat was biting into itself, into his soft tissues.  It hurt when he spoke.  His words produced prickles of pain that felt like insect bites, or stings, or welts down at the back of his mouth. Of course, this made him want to jump around a lot when he spoke, but he worried the voting public might think him odd so he covered it up best he could.

Reflecting on all of this, he felt relieved to be finally doing something about it and not before time, he'd been meaning to go to the doctor's for an age!   
      "Sorry to have kept you waiting...what can I do for you?" asked the doctor, tapping away at her keyboard.

      "It is good to face the problem, although it's certainly not right to only face half of the problem. Ow! – that's a bad one!"
He clasped his hands around his throat in pain.

The doctor looked up.   "Are you here for a check up or is it something specific?"
       "This is not about making friends and influencing people. Ooh!"
He rotated his head clockwise, then anticlockwise, in an attempt to dissipate the sharp sensations.

       "Let's take it from the beginning," she said.  "How are things generally?"
       "The problem about what was said is that only part….ow…of the…ow… problem was described."

       "Please, try to describe exactly what the problem is."
Speaking much more quickly so he could spit the words out before the biting, stinging, welty feeling took over, he said,
       "It is certainly the case that describing only part of the problem was a launching pad for all this uncertainty."
He sat back panting.

        "If I could just ask you to stick your tongue out and say ahh?  Very good…..very good."  After some time she removed the stick from his mouth.  " It looks nasty down there, any other symptoms?"
        "This is turning into an abject lesson on how not to make friends and how not to influence people.  Oh!"
His final word was an octave higher and raspy.
         "How many times per day would you say that you notice this?"
          "I'm afraid what we see here is the difference between making headlines and making a difference. Ooh – that's another bad oneow ow ow!"  He was dancing around the room, hands once again around his neck.

©LolaPerrin2010

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