Two steps out of the room and he stops, in his ears the headphones rest, on his doorknob the cable is entangled. fixed, he walks out of his room, kisses his mother goodbye, music blaring.keys in hand he walks through the door out into the world, not hearing his mother call.
The engine starts, he backs up and drives away oblivious to his mothers frequent rants. steadily cruising the music gets louder,unable to hear the horns beeping and cars passing him by as he makes his way toward his destination.
He cuts someone off,a smile makes its way onto his face as he continues to drive unable to listen, music is his life. it flows through his veins as real as his blood it fills his head with knowledge unbeknownst to anyone but him, it's as if music lives only for him, and he lives only for music.
In Class he listens,not to his teachers, but to his mentor's.people he's never met, people he only knows in his world, a world filled with music.
He ignores all sounds, disregards all other noises, anything that can get in the way of his music is evil.rarely is he seen without his headphones, rarely is he not within his world,his sanctuary, his realm of peace.
But wait,the car is parked, he steps out.sure enough the music is in his ears, he enters this place, lost for a moment until he sees his destination,he makes his way, through unheard sounds, unnoticed noise made by these things around him.
And now he sits, head down, his hands reach up and pull the headphones from his ears, he listens to unfamiliar things as he becomes accustomed to this sudden barrage of audio flood. He looks up into her face, and smiles.
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