The drum sticks beat.
left, left, right.
Rhythm bounces on the counter top, on the dashboard, on the floorboards.
Tim’s career has taken wings in the form of drumsticks. He carries them everywhere. Each spare moment, he slyly pulls the wooden tools out and taps. Taps. Taps.
He taps dreams and passions into each beat.
Tap. Tap. Tappity-tap.