Waltre put the CD into Jeans expensive looking stereo player before placing his ear phones carefully over his ears, then he tapped the start button.

A mans voice spoke very softly.

"To get maximum effect from this CD you should be lying down."

Waltre hit the pause button; took the CD out of the stereo player and placed it into a small boom box that was conveniently sitting right on top of the expensive looking stereo player, then he took the boom box into his bedroom and lay on the bed. He put his ear phones back on and tapped the start button..

The voice told about how much better he would feel after hearing the CD, but warned that for an hour or two after hearing the CD one might feel a slight anxiety. The calm voice said it was normal, it would go away, and that it was nothing to worry about.

"The soundtracks are designed to open a window into your unconscious mind and awaken your hidden potential. The first part uses the brain supercharger technology with its precise frequency combinations to re-direct the energies of consciousness and unleash transcendental states of blissful ecstasy and expanded awareness. The second soundtrack, Mozart brain boost, uses a specific musical formula known to enhance spatial reasoning. You have plugged in your brain to launch your consciousness into the ultimate mind journey."
Waltre took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it just as a high noted pinging sound hit him right in he middle of his head. Another ping hit him just to the left of the first one, then a soft pong gently dropped in to the right. A sound, like the noise crickets make, started to tickle an area on the left side of his brain. Then the sound of an organ, the type of sound that depicts deep space in movies, seemed to emerge as if from a distance. It slowly got closer, and closer, and closer, until it was a full blasting sound. Then it stopped, and a ping sounded right in the middle of his head again.

Pings and soft pongs hit him here, then there, and all the while the organ sounded different notes. The notes went high, then low, they retreated then came back again, and the sound of the crickets kept on moving very slowly from one part of his brain to another.
The sounds were in perfect harmony, and Waltre began to feel very relaxed. His breathing became deeper and slower. His legs and arms felt heavy. It was like his body was asleep, but his mind was wide awake. He was amazed by the fact that he could actually feel where the sound vibrations were touching his brain; it was like he was inside his brain, and his attention was completely focused on what was going on inside his head.

He caught the sound of a voice. It was barely on the conscious level. The voice came in then out, but it sounded calm and assured. He tried to catch it, to hear what it was saying, but the more he tried to hear what it was saying, the more it eluded him. He instinctively felt that to understand what the voice was saying he must completely stop trying to understand what it was saying. He knew that he had to let go. He knew he had to let go completely so as to even have a chance at hearing the words that the soft and gentle voice was saying.
His right hand index finger began to twitch.

Then it stopped. No pings, no pongs, no organ, no crickets, and no voice. There was just silence.

The silence was astounding. Waltre felt amazed at the beauty of silence. He could see that silence had a mystical quality, and in some strange way, it also had a sound. It had a sound that was a none sound, it was as if sound and silence were as one. It was like...

The first note of Mozarts brain boost hit him right in the middle of his head.
The shock of the first note caused his body to jump off the bed like it had been hit by a jolt of electricity.

The sound of the piano calmed him down. The music danced around inside his head, and he marvelled at the genius, the mind, the actual thing, the fact that Mozart had created this thing out of his own head!

"How did he know this stuff?" He thought, as Mozart's musical notes danced around his brain.

He sank into the sound. It was like Mozart was talking to him. He was saying it's like this, and this, and then it goes like this for a while, but then it goes back to this again.

Waltre smiled. It was a genuine smile, and it came from his deepest smiling self.

"What a scene?" He thought.

When Mozart had finished entertaining his mind, he felt wonder and astonishment, and he even felt a slight touch of amazement.

Then he had a nice afternoon nap, and he felt glad that he wasn't outside as the rain pattered on the window.

When Jack came home, he met Waltre in the kitchen. He looked at Waltre in a very strange way.

Then he went down to the basement.