Something was happening. Something I didn't want to tell you about.
But, here, I'll tell you now:
I came home one day, sat down, and pressed Play. The music, however, didn't thrill me like I thought it should. I remembered that first night with the system, and how the music seemed so alive and real, how it jumped into the room with me and danced around, challenging me to follow. Now, only a week later, it just didn't seem so hot anymore.
In fact, it was a particularly cold night, and I wondered if the weather had something to do with it. Had the sudden cold somehow affected the speakers? Is this possible? I wondered if I should be covering them up under blankets like fruit trees in a frost.
Then I remembered Monty saying he was jealous of the first few hundred hours I'd be experiencing with the system in my own home, how I'd only get to enjoy this level of listening pleasure once.
Was this it, then? Was my time already up? Had I already grown accustomed to the magic? Had I already become jaded, senses dulled by overindulgence?
