LJIdol - Week 21 Entry
The Music Made Me Do It
Cynthia sat down in the well-appointed office with her ukulele firmly in hand. “Have I ever told you how much I like the way your office is decorated? As far as psychologist offices go, yours is pretty posh.”
Dr. Roman leaned forward, “Thank you.” They both smiled at each other for a quiet moment before Dr. Roman spoke again, “I thought we said we were going to try today’s visit without your ukulele.”
“Yes, I know… I tried to leave it at home, but I just couldn’t leave it behind.”
“Would you let me take it, and put it behind my desk while we talk?”
Cynthia smiled the most sincere smile she could muster, “No.”
“OK. Let’s begin. How has your week been?”
“I had an incident… I was at work and my boss asked me into his office. It was time for my annual evaluation… and it happened again.” Cynthia looked down at her ukulele, the fingers of her left hand made the chord patterns to Bigmouth Strikes Again without touching any of the strings. “I tried so hard not to, but I ended up playing a song in his office.”
“And what song was it this time?”
“Frankly Mr. Shankly.”
“Oh dear.”
“I know… It’s almost as bad as my grandmother’s funeral.”
“Ah yes, remind me which one you…”
“Misfits… Dig Up Her Bones.”
Dr. Roman sighed, nodding her head, “Yes, that was a doozy.”
Cynthia lowered her head as she slumped in the armchair.
Dr. Roman sat upright, “OK. OK. Let’s get off this topic. How’s your daughter doing?”
Cynthia brightened, “She’s doing great!” She smiled broadly.
“And has the ukulele ever been an issue between you?”
“No not at all. She loves it. I can play the entire Andrew Jackson Jihad canon, and she loves to sing along.”
“That’s good, so you see, this addiction you have, it can also be a gift.”
“I suppose so.”
Dr. Roman stood up. “Tell you what… I want to try something. Please stand up.” Cynthia stood facing Dr. Roman. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia shrugged, “Yeah, I know that,” and then looked at the floor.
“Look at me.” They locked eyes. “It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia nodded, “I know.”
“No. It’s not your fault.”
“Don’t do this.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia began to sob as Dr. Roman stepped forward and hugged her. Softly, Dr. Roman continued, “It’s not your fault. The ukulele made you do it.”
The music featured in this story:
the Smiths - Frankly Mr. Shankly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ownZDWNIRs
the Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgxEJOi6GtA
Misfits - Dig Up her Bones: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgSLz5FeXUg
Andrew Jackson Jihad: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGSkviwvjD0
P.S. Happy Birthday Cynthia!
Cynthia sat down in the well-appointed office with her ukulele firmly in hand. “Have I ever told you how much I like the way your office is decorated? As far as psychologist offices go, yours is pretty posh.”
Dr. Roman leaned forward, “Thank you.” They both smiled at each other for a quiet moment before Dr. Roman spoke again, “I thought we said we were going to try today’s visit without your ukulele.”
“Yes, I know… I tried to leave it at home, but I just couldn’t leave it behind.”
“Would you let me take it, and put it behind my desk while we talk?”
Cynthia smiled the most sincere smile she could muster, “No.”
“OK. Let’s begin. How has your week been?”
“I had an incident… I was at work and my boss asked me into his office. It was time for my annual evaluation… and it happened again.” Cynthia looked down at her ukulele, the fingers of her left hand made the chord patterns to Bigmouth Strikes Again without touching any of the strings. “I tried so hard not to, but I ended up playing a song in his office.”
“And what song was it this time?”
“Frankly Mr. Shankly.”
“Oh dear.”
“I know… It’s almost as bad as my grandmother’s funeral.”
“Ah yes, remind me which one you…”
“Misfits… Dig Up Her Bones.”
Dr. Roman sighed, nodding her head, “Yes, that was a doozy.”
Cynthia lowered her head as she slumped in the armchair.
Dr. Roman sat upright, “OK. OK. Let’s get off this topic. How’s your daughter doing?”
Cynthia brightened, “She’s doing great!” She smiled broadly.
“And has the ukulele ever been an issue between you?”
“No not at all. She loves it. I can play the entire Andrew Jackson Jihad canon, and she loves to sing along.”
“That’s good, so you see, this addiction you have, it can also be a gift.”
“I suppose so.”
Dr. Roman stood up. “Tell you what… I want to try something. Please stand up.” Cynthia stood facing Dr. Roman. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia shrugged, “Yeah, I know that,” and then looked at the floor.
“Look at me.” They locked eyes. “It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia nodded, “I know.”
“No. It’s not your fault.”
“Don’t do this.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.”
Cynthia began to sob as Dr. Roman stepped forward and hugged her. Softly, Dr. Roman continued, “It’s not your fault. The ukulele made you do it.”
The music featured in this story:
the Smiths - Frankly Mr. Shankly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ownZDWNIRs
the Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgxEJOi6GtA
Misfits - Dig Up her Bones: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgSLz5FeXUg
Andrew Jackson Jihad: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGSkviwvjD0
P.S. Happy Birthday Cynthia!