So I have officially started a blog, and it was rather difficult for me as an aspiring writer. I may have been five when the new millenium turned over, but I was dragged into the twenty-first century kicking and screaming. Personally, I would've rather been born in the early 20th century. Then I could've been a reporter for the Times with a pen tucked behind my ear, sitting at a paper-cluttered desk as the sound of a thousand typewriters echoed in the background. But then again I couldn't type an endless number of words into my laptop every chance I get. And I certainly wouldn't have a pair of headphones stuffed in my ear, connected to my iPhone with a playlist of exactly 561 songs. I digress.
But music has always inspired me. In fact, I imagine it's what got me back into writing, well, that and Stephenie Meyer who gave me the idea to use music as inspiration. But I don't want to talk about her. It's kind of a touchy subject with me. But I guess I have to give her credit. Because of her I have bought about two hundred dollars worth of music just this year. Never before then have I heard a song and said, "Ahh that would make a good story!"-or- "That reminds me of what that character is struggling with right now!" I digress. Again.
So one of the songs I have recently bought is "Do You Remember" by Jay Sean. I was a little hesitant to buy this particular song because of all the memories it brings back. Memories are kind of a touchy subject right now as well. But I've been living in the past for too long.
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We all stood around a black square on the ground that was designated as the dance floor. There was a slight buzz around the square as we all watched on. The song was "Do You Remember". We all knew it, but something about it now gave me chills. I've always been a little passionate about certain things, and particularly the idea of perfect moments. This was a perfect moment. The seniors owned the floor now. They danced like no one was watching. In this dance I saw what I wanted to be. This class loved each other. They were a family. And it was the last dance. The last dance of formal. The last dance of the night. The last dance that the seniors would have. This was it. It was all coming to an end, wasn't it? The stage had been cleared solely for the seniors. They lost themselves in the music. This song was so appropriate. "Do you remember? Do you remember, all the times we had?" I may not have been dancing that moment, but the moment was perfect for me as well. I pushed the thought out of my mind. It was all coming to an end, wasn't it? None of us could deny, everything was going to be different. I was always worried of leaving my friends behind, but I guess I never thought it was actually going to happen. And it did. But as I climbed into the car with three amazing friends another song was playing. Justin Bieber. The perfect moment was passed. But the after party was to ensue and I would be just fine that night.
Fast forward to the end of summer. I bought this song. Listened to it once and didn't listen to it again until tonight when it came up on shuffle. I can be sad all I want, but I found a quote last night that pretty much sums this up.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
-Dr. Seuss
I'm smiling.
I'm going to leave it at that. There isn't much to say for the past. It's over now, and I'm looking forward to my future. It's getting brighter everyday. I thank God for the memories I hold close to my heart. And here's to perfect moments.
"So long, since you've been missing. It's good to see you again. How you, how you doing? And how about we don't let this happen again? There's nothing left to say. Don't waste another day."
This is my journey, inspired by music.
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