Air

They didn't understand. After running the numbers and checking twice views were still dropping. Everyone of his dances were designed to resonate to be fun to do, and copy. Like a ripple in water. But lately they getting more people looking away from the screen. And the global screen time was going down. The blue man wasn't supposed to be that way. He was supposed to be untouchable. The man in the suit's hands were sweating, and he thought about that time the therapist told him to think about. The times he cooked with his mom, she told him to picture cutting the celery, and carrots and frying that and onion in olive oil. Remember the smells she said, and breath out. And breathe he thought. But his ass was on the line. His last two ideas haven't stopped the fall in views, and even worse its prompted more look aways. He didn't get it, on paper everything was perfect. His heart beat was up, and he felt hot. He needed to get out, just for some air. It had just rained, and it smelled just the same as when he was younger, walking home from his friends house. That house where the neighbor always fed the squirrels, and the other house with the fence. Splashing in puddles. Breathe.