Pinball Wizard

Tommy thought he had figured out enough of the game. Take your shot and play the bounces. The walls are real, so are the their limitations. Take your best shot.

“Tommy, your professor phoned me. He says you’re a genius at finance. You could be top in your field. If you would only apply yourself…”

“I don’t want to go to business school Mom,” Tommy replied, intent on the love of the game.

“Tommy your professor says you have an amazing eye for design. Why won’t you apply yourself?” On and on it went. One post after another, the ball traversed the game.

“Tommy, your guitar teacher phoned. He says you have what it takes to be great. If only you would apply yourself…”

‘I love music so much,” replied Tommy, sighing and reaching for his guitar. Sound seemed flowed through him, like water. His face lit up, his hands flew, his field sparkled. And then, the music business happened to him. The studio he lovingly designed and crafted had to be filled with artists…whose entitlement can only be compared to that of Joffrey (allegedly) Baratheon, ‘First Child of Shame’.

Everywhere Tommy turned, his dreams hit a wall. One by one his illusions about the business of music were stripped away. One by one his dreams grew small.