wednesday 2nd september
at home
Jamie grinned at her song recommendation, retrieving his phone from her and plugging it back into the speakers. His phone had become slow recently, so there was enough of a delay to get back to his keyboard before the song actually started. He'd played this a few times, and was familiar enough with it. Not familiar enough to play without the music, but familiar. The piano intro started, and he could play along.
When he was playing, it felt like he was back in the music room. The world didn't exist outside of this room, and neither did any of his problems. Music was the one constant part of his life- he knew his favourite songs were going to be there, even when his dad was stoned and his mom had only been at home long enough to cook dinner and he hadn't spoken to Bella in weeks and he wanted to throw himself into a river. The only time he wasn't anxious was when he was either playing or listening to music, because everything was constant. He didn't have to worry about the notes changing or the words changing, and even when he was learning something new, the mistakes didn't make him anxious. It was like he was a different person, the person he was with a healthy brain.
When he was playing, it felt like he was back in the music room. The world didn't exist outside of this room, and neither did any of his problems. Music was the one constant part of his life- he knew his favourite songs were going to be there, even when his dad was stoned and his mom had only been at home long enough to cook dinner and he hadn't spoken to Bella in weeks and he wanted to throw himself into a river. The only time he wasn't anxious was when he was either playing or listening to music, because everything was constant. He didn't have to worry about the notes changing or the words changing, and even when he was learning something new, the mistakes didn't make him anxious. It was like he was a different person, the person he was with a healthy brain.