Tennis Fitting into a Rhythm

I was playing tennis in Prospect Park. I had never played a tennis player like this before. Steve wore large headphones, blaring his music. I could hear the sounds on my side of the court. He thrashed his head in unison with the beat. The better the song, the better his game. Tennis fit into a rhythm and music dictated play.  My role as an opponent seemed meaningless. Only the music mattered. He hit that little, yellow ball with harmony and chords and different songs. Tennis became a live concert. From within this concert arose a complete tennis game. Steve beat me in straight sets, blaring his music and rocking me all the way back to Manhattan.

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