Music

I hear the receding crunch of my parent's tires as they drive away, and I immediately connect my phone to the bluetooth alarm clock in my room. Pressing play, the song I'm listening to begins to blast. It's guitar heavy and aggressive and makes me want to dance inside. I don't dance externally. I start sewing, and laugh a little, because the irony is so obvious. Pink Thule and metal really don't go together, but I design best when there's yelling and guitars blasting my eardrums. The needle flies through the synthetic fabric as I perform a straight end even,(let's pretend here) backstitch.

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