This is Chapter two of the Music of the Mind Series. I am afraid you will be rather lost if you don't read the first chapter, so you may want to take a look at it. As always, comments and constructive criticism welcome. Thank you to LadyCibelle for her hard work editing this series. S.T.
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Chapter 2: The Temptation of the Notes
They released me from the hospital the next day, and I spent most of it sleeping at home. My head seemed to always be filled with static, and I found it hard to concentrate. When evening time rolled around I found I couldn't sleep anymore so I sat in front of my computer trying to focus to read my email, but I couldn't concentrate.
"Damn my head!" I yelled at no one in particular as I rubbed my temples.
'Tune it out...' the soft voice echoed in my head.
I knew that voice, and the hair rose on the back on my neck. I spun around, but I was alone. 'Tune it out. What the hell does that mean?' I thought.
I sat there in my desk chair and I thought what the hell. You ever try to tune out a noise that is bothering you? Like a dripping faucet, or an air conditioning unit? This was like that, but it came easily, almost naturally.
I concentrated and the noise began to take on form, to have almost a visual substance in my mind's eye. I could feel how close it was to me, as if a great plane of thought stretched before me. I tried to push the noise into that vast distance, and all the noise fell into the background. It receded, fading with the distance as I pushed it away.
It was still there, but it did not bother me. Suddenly I felt that same clear headedness I had when I had done my research on the genie. A great thrill of exhilaration raced through me. I found I was sick of being cooped up. I needed to get out of the house, to do something fun.
I dressed quickly, and began to rummage through the clothing I had worn home from the hospital for my wallet. In my pants pocket I found a wallet, but it didn't look like mine. It was leather, with beautiful designs that looked Arabic or Mediterranean on the side.
I have to admit I know little of these cultures, but the design definitely invoked a feel like that. When I looked in it though, all my ID's and credit cards were inside. I looked in the cash pouch, and found it full of cash. I pulled it out counting it. A thousand in hundreds, eighty in twenties, one ten, one five, and four ones.
'What the hell?' I though confused.
I looked down to put it back in the wallet, and the cash pouch was full. Puzzled I set down the cash in my hand, and pulled the cash out of the wallet. The amount I removed was the same as what I had first counted, and when I looked down in the wallet, once again the cash pouch was full.
I began to grin and started pulling the cash out as fast as I could, dropping it on the floor. Every time my hand returned to the wallet I found the same bunch of notes waiting to be removed. A soft laugh rippled through my mind and I stopped cold.
Apparently the genie had decided to give me a gift after all. Grinning like a fool I stuffed the wallet into my pants, scooped up the pile of cash I had made and stuck it in my desk drawer and headed out to the local coffee house I frequented.
The night was beautiful when I walked out, a cool evening with a clear sky. I walked down to Pearl Street mall which was not too busy at 9:00 PM on a week night. About halfway to The Daily Grind I began to notice something strange.