A Day With The The Music-(third story in the MOD Squad Challenge)

I am utterly normal

I have dreams, memories and wishes.

I am utterly normal but I wish I wasn't.

Music is what changes this.

I walk slowly out of front door, just in a jeans and a T-shirt but my music is on that’s what changes everything. Suddenly colours beat and the world spins. Away and Away. I just let the music flow through me. A laugh lifts itself some my stomach while the passers by stare.

I see someone that I know and the peace is shattered. My solitude disappears and my memory starts to work again. Missing from my mind constantly is shards of my life. Complete blankness. I am dead to everything but the music. It swallows me and I gladly let it.

I talk to that person across from me or rather listen while they talk, that is easiest. I feel nothing for them. Maybe I am not normal. That is a nice thought. My mind wanders while they talk. To the beats of their hearts I listen instead.

Bum dum-dum, Bum dum-dum and it changed to pure music. I smile. They smile back but subconsciously move away.

Sigh.

More secrets.

Hands in my jeans I keep on moving. The world buzzes by.

I reach the shop and move away from the music. For just a moment. I absorb my self into the lines of clothes. I'm still a girl after all. Moving away from the shop, the music is back. Its paving a path for stories.

Somber music- sad stories

Light music- field, just running

Wild music- I place my self in a novel

And so that is another way that the music takes me.

I make my way up the hill and walk in the beat of the music. I'm suddenly at the bench, I may have been in the blackness for a while, interesting but normal. I laugh again. When I am like this, alone I am happy. The happiness that I gain from this music is different. It’s strange. Real happiness is amazing. Everyone else takes it for granted. The small moments that I have. I have lost as I grab at them and try desperately to cling to them.

But the strange happiness is fine for me. I should not ask for more.

I step into my house and look around the hallway. I yawn. Home.

The music takes me again. I pace around the table.

Around

Around

Around

Till it is shattered again by people, by people.

I sit down and do some coursework, this time the music is driving me forward. Spending an hour in moderate reality has obviously taken its toll. Next in my day I am given a talk on my uselessness. Sadly for me I find it amusing. Should people’s opinions matter?

They shouldn't but they do, how sad.

The music is back with me again. I wallow in it. With my music again the world suddenly becomes more beautiful. The colours rage and everything seems extraordinary again.

That’s when I put my I-pod in to charge.