My brother and I play Guitar Hero while grandma makes weird farting noises. She creates a sound for every color we push.  I call her weird every time she does it. My brother and I laugh from her distractions which interrupt our competition. My little brother cries as if death awaits him. The commotion drives me crazy. The sweat building up on my fingers from the pressure to beat my brother makes my fingers slip off one of the keys. I wonder if I will win this game.  Did my brother plan all the disruptions so he will win? “Burt…..Bloop…..Turp…..Sirt.” Sweat drips into my eyes blurring the screen. The screen turns red…“Ha…ha…ha” my brother laughed repeatedly. “Did I lose?  Or Did I win…” I say in a wondering way.