With a woosh did I hurry to the keyboard and sat down with a loud thud at the library otherwise so quiet, that one could hear even the hissing and the whirring and the humming of the in-door ventilation system. Clickity-clackity the keyboard said, as I began typing this reply. Barely was the murmur of the other guests at the library noticable to me, as my thumping heart beat all the faster to provide enough blood to my ever so strained fingers. I started to prespire. Drops of sweat trickled down my cheeks, dripping onto the wooden desk in the almost painfully silent library. A nearby clock’s tick-tock was the only thing that eased the tormenting silence. Or so I thought. The ticks became pows, the tocks became booms, and just as I was about to faint from the overwhelming pressure, I snapped out of it as it popped into my head like a spark of genius: just be honest, bada bing, bada boom.

You are absolutely right. I’m sorry for the bad quality! Let me add in a little description. Meanwhile, it’s a black hoodie with the letter “IBM” in pride colors on it.