The next week was the best of his life. Not only did the DJ equipment come naturally to him, but he could control it with his thoughts with ease now. He was going to put his DJ signs up when tragedy struck.
In the middle of the night a robber had broken into his house and stolen his life’s dream from under his nose, and he was crushed to see the next morning to see that it was no longer there.
"Why...I SAID WHY!!!!" he screamed so loud his throat hurt. Then he remembered he had powers.
"Let’s test that out." he said coldly as a wicked smile appeared across his face.
A spoon, a couple forks, and a coat hanger, were amongst the first of many various items that flew from their original stationary place in the room to the air in a whirling tornado of metal. Then as he started to remember each and every function of each and every switch, lever, and dial had on a DJ stand, he started piecing together one, after an hour of constant use of his power the stand was complete, and he passed out from exhaustion.
He woke up in two days.
"Ugh how long was I out?" he asked looking at the small clock that resided on his desk.
"TWO DAYS!" he yelled hysterically.
"Gotta be more careful next time.” He told himself.
About a week later he found himself a job not too far away, in a neighbouring city in fact and was overjoyed at the thought of his dreams coming true.