When I was young, I used to lay under the covers and clench a muscle in my jaw that made the ever-present hissing in my ears rise in pitch, just for a moment, and then fall to something like a ringing rain, something that sounded like what the thousands of tiny pinpricks in my vision looked like in the dark. Hiss. Clench. Ring. Rain. Sleep.
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“It’s because… like… well, I’ve just… music has always been a huge part of my life, and I don’t… Why can’t I think of anything to say?”
I stood rigid, wringing my hands in front of my teacher’s desk, baffled that I couldn’t put my passion into words.
“I’m guessing no one’s ever asked you that question before,” Mr. Ramos said with a knowing sort of smile.
He’s right. I don’t think anyone has. Continue reading ““Why do you love music?””
