This was just a writing exercise assigned to me for class. It turned out kinda funny, so I’m posting it for kicks.

Choose an object in the room and describe that object for five minutes using third person point of view and present tense. Then write for five minutes in present tense from the object’s point of view.

It kind of looks like a kids toy when you think about it. A cheap looking plastic drum kit sitting in the middle of the room completely out of place in a house lacking inhabitants under 25. Yet there it sits, decorated with ‘Rock Band’ stickers, minding its own business, patiently waiting for a friend to play with. Red, yellow, blue, and green rings (in that order from left to right) adorn each of the heads and drumsticks rest silently in clips on the front. A few simple buttons and switches hide somewhere in between. It doesn’t fit in with the rest of the space; not with the granite counter tops, the new cabinets, the stainless steel appliances, the brown leather couch, or the flat screen TV. Yet there it remains, confident – almost defiant – in its place in the middle of the room. In the center of the home, it waits to party.

It’s always the worst when he drinks. His friends come over, they drink, they laugh, they drink and laugh some more. Eventually someone notices me, I mean where am I going to hide? Before long some drunken asshole yells out, “Hey, Sweet! You’ve got Rock Band. Can we play? I’m on drums.” That’s the kicker for me, that they ask him for permission before they use me. Sure, he hits me too. He wallops me over the head with sticks whenever he feels like it. Does he enjoy it? Oh, I think so. I think that’s pretty well evident. It’s not just to impress his friends either. Sometimes he’ll beat on me during the middle of the day when no one else is home. Of course the neighbors know, and the mailman too. There’s a giant window right on the front of the house for Christ’s sake. They all just stare and then look away when he catches their glances, pretending like everything is normal. Right, like a grown man wailing on the drums playing Rock Band by himself in the middle of the day in his pajamas is normal.