Challenge
After reading this prompt, sit back in the most relaxed state you can manage where you are, take three steady and deep breaths at a normal breathing pace, then count to three mentally and write about the first thing that pops into your mind (Do it. :-p)
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Music
It floats through my brain all of the time.
Its rhythm, its variation, its beauty.
Yes, I'm in band.
Yes, I'm in choir.
I give up my study hall time just for the sake of music.
It has the same effects as painting a picture, or writing a story. One event flows directly and perfectly into another.
Music.
My life.
My sanity.
Me.
A lot of my friends are tied to it.
Band. Choir. Both.
Even if they're not in either, they still get music class.
Music.
Food for the soul.
Love.
Hope.
It could mean anything.
Even if all of today's music is about mainstream love, sex, and awkwardness.
The old stuff is the gold.
The good music.
The true music.
Its definition.
Music.
My soul.
Me.