-- the fight --

The fight started innocently enough.

"Where would you like to go for dinner", she asked.
"I don't know, you pick."
"You never choose anything. You're so indecisive."

The words proceeded to fly back and forth like hungry mosquitoes,
some finding their targets and quickly drawing blood. Others
hovering about, waiting for a more unsuspecitng time to sting.

"I'm just going to get in the car," she finally stated.
"Superb. I'll drive, but I'm not stopping until you tell me where."
"Why can't you just pick somewhere!?"

He was out of the apartment first, angrily tossing his keys back and forth
between his hands. She followed with anger in her steps, slamming the door
on her coat. It pulled tight, stopping her in her tracks and causing her
to spill the contents of her hands onto the ground in the alley behind the apartment.

Their most recently created mix CD hit the ground and split in two.
They both stared at it in disbelief. Neither had ever seen a perfectly good CD
just split in half with a simple drop before. It appeared to be the perfect
metaphor for their love in recent weeks; close to splitting at an invisible fault line.

With fury in their eyes, they looked up from the remains of that mix CD and
their gazes met in the alley. Their relationship was about to face a very critical
juncture. They both opened their mouths at the same time and together they said,

"The day... the music died."