Dawn Of The Freak
I moved to this city almost a couple of years ago. It was a teenage dream I had. Then, it became an excuse to change the way I was living. It was an attempt to find myself. Ironic. I traveled, ran from conflict, from confrontation. I ran away from the things I didn’t want to see until life got me. Sometimes, life screams in your face. It forces you to change.
“Always wanting something more,” says the singer while we dance and nodd. The venue is vintage and charming, but the people around us make us uncomfortable. One lady in her 40s is quite drunk and becomes annoying when she starts jumping in front of the stage. An old couple is somewhere between dancing and making out. When you get that rush with someone, you can’t help it. You may act and follow your instincts.
The music is so loud that it dives inside my body until it reaches my heart. It warms my emotions. My mood changes depending on how the music makes me feel. Music has that power on me. It is almost like a drug. Is that the reason why people can become so devoted to music? Life without music is like eating without tasting. Life without music is so empty. Did I find myself here? No, but it’s helped.
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