[ WP ] Your entire life has theme music . Every day up until now it has been upbeat and melodic , today you wake up and it is sad and ominous .

Luke awoke to a strange feeling. Something was off. It didn ’ t take him long to place it -- the music was different. Sad. It wasn ’ t like his music was always joyful -- some days, when he was stressed or angry, it was darker -- but this seemed arbitrary. Was this a premonition of some terrible event? 
 
 He tried to shove it out of his mind. Perhaps, if he didn ’ t pay attention to it, it couldn ’ t affect him. Downstairs, he ate breakfast, but there was a certain feeling of gloom that he just couldn ’ t shake. When he got used to the music, he would feel better, he decided. But he couldn ’ t. It stayed there, in the back of his mind, and seemed to shift so that he could never get used to it. He went to school, but he couldn ’ t focus. He knew something awful would happen soon! Why wouldn ’ t it just happen, so he could go back to living his life? 
 
 Then it hit him: He was going to die. It had to be. That was the only logical answer. He wasn ’ t upset about anything, and as of yet nothing bad had happened. Luke wished he could ask someone, but there was nobody he could talk to who was dead. He just had to accept his fate. 
 
 “ Mr. Terrence! ” said Luke ’ s teacher, Mr. Soares. 
 
 Luke jerked his head up sharply. “ Well, Luke? Are we learning today? ” asked Mr. Soares with a tone of condescension. 
 
 Luke was just about to say yes, and avoid conflict, when he remembered that he was going to die that day or the next, anyway. “ Don ’ t think so, Mr. Soares. ” He stood up, slammed his textbook on the desk, and walked out the door. 
 
 He rushed down the hall, full of adrenaline and dread. How would he die? The music in his head got louder. 
 
 His headmaster stepped into the hall. “ Luke! ” he shouted. “ Not so -- ” Luke flew past him. He stuck out his arms and slammed the doors open, feeling the shock up to his shoulders. He ran home across roads, nearly getting hit once or twice. 
 
 Finally, he saw his house: 74 Indigo Lane. He grabbed the key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside. Of course, it was vacant; his parents were at work. 
 
 He went up to his room and locked himself in. Luke was panicked. What would he do before he died? He might not have much time. The waiting game was sickening, but it was all he could do. 
 
 Unless -- 
 
 He knew he was going to die. Why not do it on his own terms? Jump in front of a moving car or something. He didn ’ t need to be careful, so he went ahead and jumped out his window because it was faster. He felt his ankle twist painfully beneath him, but endured the pain. Who cared? 
 
 Luke hurried to the cliffs overlooking the ocean nearby. There were sharp, jagged rocks below. He knew he would gain nothing by waiting. He shut his eyes and -- 
 
 October 23, 2034 
 
 “ An interesting simulation, Roberts. ” Jack Wilkes looked closer at the screen. 
 
 “ Thank you, sir, ” said Kasey Roberts. She looked up at him. “ An experiment. To see how the typical human mind responds when it always hears music, but one day, the music seems arbitrarily ominous. ” 
 
 “ Interesting, ” said Wilkes again. “ And was there a reason you chose a child? ” 
 
 “ Volatility. The teen mind is more prone to acting on impulse. I thought it would more purely reflect the impulses created by the music. ” 
 
 “ Well, good work. I thought it was creative. See me after class for your grade. ”
