Gazing hungrily at the docking station that cradles my iPhone, I can already hear in my head the first song I will play.
It is a charge surging through my body.
It’s electric.
It’s stars that shower down.
It is invigorating, a power drink transforming lethargy into intensity.
Pounding beats, it’s Jessie’s Bang Bang, Lily’s Smile, Beyoncé’s Dangerously in Love and the crazy pre-rap rap of the Talking Heads.
It tastes like an explosion of chocolate hazelnut, a glop of Nutella hitting your tongue before you’ve even swallowed.
Understanding the notes is a full body experience. It’s a world where I can be me, unedited, pure and perfect.
This is a language I am fluent in.
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