Leland’s fingers hover above a red record, spinning around and around. His lips are drawn tight in concentration. His head ever so slightly mimics the rhythm as he internalizes the beat. It’s in time. He pushes across the record, for a terrifying second the scratch fills his ears disrupting the song. He’s got this. It’s just a little baby scratch. Quickly he switches to the blue record and hears a new beat with a new voice. He looks up across the room at his teacher, “Did I do it? Did I drop it on the one?”
Mr. Dillard sits across the room wearing a black t-shirt with the words “I teach. What is your super power?” printed on the front. He gives a half-shrug half-nod with a little smile as if to say, “Yeah, close enough.”
Leland turns back to the turntables and again gets lost in the beat and rhythm of the music.