[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

I discovered my ability when I was young. It's sort of... How do I describe it? Imagine your brain is your house. It can suck in a certain amount of power. You have everything turned on and it's running pretty well. Go down to the basement, find your way into the back room and you have the fuse box. I guess it's more like a breaker box, the kind with the switches. So now you're faced with all these switches that can turn things on and off. If you turn off one, a little bit more power goes to everything else. Here's the problem. The asshole who had my brain before me, thanks baby me, did n't think to label any of the switches. Some were pretty intuitive, but a lot took trial and error. I've got the five main senses pretty well locked down at this point. The rest I've pretty much left alone for fear that I'll stop my breathing or something. 
 
 Tonight, I'll need all the help I can get. It's my big chance. I get to the nightclub around six to start setting up and practicing. It gets time to practice. My sax has a beautiful shine to it, as always. Yeah. I'm feeling it tonight. Already the smell of the club is putting me in the right mood. As the people file in, the room starts to fill with a soft smoke. The taste of the smoke in the air mixes with my whiskey. That flavor really inspires me. My fingers glide along the keys as I gracefully blow a slow and soulful tune. Yeah. This will be a good night. 
 
 Bart, the lead singer, comes over and tells me that because tonight's something special, we're going to be playing a few special songs. I do n't know any of these. Shit. I'm going to have to play by sheet. I hate that. Wait. I need my smell and taste for inspiration. I need my touch to know where my hands are. I need my sight to read the music and I definitely need my sense of hearing. *gulp* I'm going to be switching blind. 
 
 The time has come for us to play seriously. I finish my drink. I'm really nervous and I need to calm down. Alright. I guess I'll turn... This off. I'm still alive. I do n't notice anything wrong. Alright. This is fine. I'm good. Yeah. What? SHIT! The rest of the band started! No, no, all my notes are coming off just a little wrong! I turned off my sense of timing! 
 
 `` I'm sorry about that. I'm just a little nervous. Just start again. I'll get it.'' Turn that back on. I ca n't play with no sense of time. Alright. Here goes nothing. Still standing. Let's start playing. Yeah. Yeah, no, this sounds good. Alright. Yeah, this fine. Everything's a little keyed up, I can really feel it all flowing, yeah, this is fantastic! 
 
 Played a few songs, the audience seems to be digging us. Alright. We're off of new material and onto one of our favorites. This will give me a little more freedom. I think I'll walk around a little, really get into the groo-ooh-ow! Ah-ha-ha-ha-how... What the hell happened? How did I fall off the stage? Oh. I turned off my sense of direction. Nothing's broken. The sax is fine, thank God. That'll have to go back on. I'll flip the next. 
 
 I need to get back on stage and keep playing. But man I'm thirsty. Hey, abandoned glass! `` What the hell are you doing? I was just about to bus that. The glass was filthy.'' Hmm. I think I turned off my common sense. Maybe that's fine. You know, probably not. I'll leave everything on for now. I need to get back up there and start playing. 
 
 OK. Playing. Getting a good jazzy rhythm. But it could be better. I'll throw the next switch. Yeah? I'm good. I do n't feel like drinking a cigarette. My timing is on key. I'll walk around a bit. I still have my sense of direction. Balance too, that's a bonus. This one. This one will work. *'' What are you doing, man? Back off of me! There something wrong with you tonight? `` * Whoops. Sense of personal space. That's fine, though. That's fine. 
 
 I can do this. Just need to find the right switch. Find the right groove. Here we go. Again. Alright. New song, I do n't know this one. I wo n't be walking around for it. I should n't even be playing it. I should n't even be here. I'm terrible. I keep SCREWING UP EVERYTHING! Nothing I do is right! Maybe, maybe, maybe I should just walk away. Hock the saxophone, start BEGGING ON THE STREET! It's not like I'm good enough for anything else... 
 
 Oh god, my sense of self worth is way more important than I thought. The gig is almost done. I'll just go without knocking anything else off. It's too dangerous at this point. I think I've blown it for us already as it is. The best thing that came of this is I have a lot more of my senses labeled. 
 
 Last song. Big finish. It's dangerous, but I need to go out strong. I'm switching one more. Alright. Here I go. Yeah. YEAH! This is great! I ca n't remember the last time I sounded this good! Oh, yes. Rocky start, but I finished strong. That's what people will remember. Good. Now time to pack up. `` Hey, man. That was pretty good.'' Bart gives me a slap on the back. So THAT switch was sense of balance. 
 
 
 
 
 ( Hey guys, thanks for reading this if you did. I kind of rushed it through, so I'm sorry if it feels clunky. I'm considering actually following this up later, hopefully with a little more thought behind it. I'm thinking this ability might be shared by the whole family, so there would be room for a story about the mother, son, and daughter yet, or whatever family members I figure on writing a story about. I want to thank you again for reading through this, and I hope you enjoyed it. )
