Music Songs Words Beats Rythmns
Amber couldn’t describe what music meant to her. Every conscious moment there it was – in her ears, heart, soul. Real music playing – radio, iPod, digital, CD, Musak, bands, symphonies, whatever. And sometimes just playing inside her head. Her own soundtracks – theme musics – incidentals. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her. It could make her smile, laugh, cry, remember, even die a little. It could make her throb with wanting or put her into sweet dreams.
“Excuse me”
She turned to look up at him, focusing on his face.
“What are you listening to?”
and she smiled.