Unlabeled CD

Bryan sighed as he walked through the front door and dropped his backpack on the floor. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to relaxing for a while. He knew that Mark would not be home for a while, but that didn't really bother him; he just wanted to be alone for a while to unwind.

Bryan shuffled to the beat up stereo against the far wall and slid in an unlabeled burned CD. He twisted the dial on the volume until it cane to a stop; pressing play, the music and the beat blared out of the speakers, making anything that was not bolted to the floor vibrate.

Bryan's head nodded to the beat. It was a big band era tune, the type he could picture mobsters dancing to. Shimmying across the floor, he pulled off his over shirt and dropped it on the pile of dirty clothes. The shimmy turned to a smooth sashay as a slow Latin song came over the speakers. Bryan moved seductively around the room, hips moving in a slow circular pattern, he kicked off his shoes and socks. Again the music changed and he began the pops and locks of break dancing. He felt at last something deep inside himself began to unclench.

When the CD stopped at last, Bryan felt like himself again.