Music's in my soul.

Inside the yellow monster, trouble-making kids are screaming and yelling. As the wheels turn unevenly, and the brakes slam, you realize that this chaotic environment in entirely unlivable. Various stupid solutions flood your mind until you think of the one thing you know. Then it occurs to you, patiently waiting inside your backpack is the key for a door to another world. Music. It’s the second language you actually can speak, and there’s no comprehension test to tell you otherwise. You grab the sleek ipod, and clutch it in your palm. You are holding power. As you place the headphones in your ear, you immediately transport to a whole new world. A world where feelings are set free, emotions run wild, and the poetic words fill the skies screaming that there are in fact no limits.

The rhythm keeps you in tune, while an avalanche of instruments indulge you. You feel alive, and on top of the world. Just a mere few seconds ago you were struggling against the irksome, unbearable noise, but this, this is a different noise. It’s a noise you actually want to listen to. Suddenly, the moment becomes livable again.

And what is music really? We hear it everyday, and find ourselves humming to the catchy and creatively put together melody. It can consume time, or help pass excruciatingly boring occasions. Music can sooth us, and can even aggravate us. It can instantly trigger a familiar memory, somehow associated with the song. A 3 minute rap can even get us to remember word for word lyrics after not once listening to that rhyme in five years. Music can do that. :) Many times, I can find myself relating to the passionate words as they loosely ring from the stereo. Sometimes music can entirely change a persons’ mood. I know it can adjust Cassie’s in a split second to pure delight after hearing a single beat of Justin’s hot new single. Then again, it can drive a good half of the class’s temper infuriated.

You eventually arrive at you destination, but are lost, unconscious within the deep tempo. As you slowly withdraw the headphones off your ear, your perception returns to the natural state of the bus. Complete pandemonium. The door is now closed, and out of reach, as you carefully place the key in your backpack pocket. Part of you wants to let out a cliché sigh. You realize it’s not the same, and won’t ever be the same without music.