To bring to life our vision we must be prepared to sacrifice a piece of ourselves, what that exactly entails is usually up to the one who sees the picture unfold before them, to the writer, it arguably something more, for the piece of art they are creating remains in the dark, unseen, hidden away and perhaps only glimpsed at during moments of inspiration or melancholy; for the Missing Beat to which the writer lives in is one that millions want to feel but few are willing to actually live with.