I don't know about anyone else but locking myself in my room and blasting some brain frying dubstep really eases my mind after a long day. but then there the problem of nosy parents not shutting up so you can listen to your music in peace.
vote if this happens to you. skrillex kyoto with the bass boosted--->
not edited sowi!!!
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The soft feeling of my over sized headphones encases my ears. Lying back into the comfort of my black sheets I plug my headphones into my banged up ipop. The screen has a long crack running along it length screwing up the print. scrolling to my heavy metal and dubstep playlist I click the first song setting it on shuffle then repeat. The playlist should last me a good twenty minutes of screaming punk bands and heavy bass drops.
Making my over to my door I shutting it and flick the lock closed. Flopping back to into my bed I hit play and crank up the volume to ear splitting levels. Skrillex blasted through the headphones the bass thumping. These awesomesauce headphones I got for Christmas were perfect for this type of music, or what my dad would call taking a good song and throwing it in the blender. You can tell he's kinda old school. If felt like I was drowning in the music riding out every level of sound as it pounded in my ears. My eyes slipped closed in bliss of the remix letting the sounds takeover my mind all thoughts gone,it was to loud to think.
I was aloud only a few more minutes in my music coma before I heard faint pounding in the back ground that wasn't part of song I was listing to. Opening my eyes I slip the headphones off and around my neck noticing the pounding was someone at my door. The headphones were better at blocking out sound than I thought, I could barley hear them over the music. The volume was up enough to be able to hear the faint sound of heavy bass through the small speakers.
Yanking open the door with a rather rude" WHAT?" I came face to face with and unhappy father.
" What on earth were you doing that you couldn't hear me? I was knocking for a good five minutes" He exclaimed the vein in his forehead protruding a sign of deep irritation. I was screwed.
" I was listing to music, sorry I didn't realize that illegal" I snap more than a little pissed he interrupted my peace.
" Don't talk like that or your not going to be listing to music at all. Change into something nicer we have guests." He said before turning down the hall from where talking could be heard. I look down at my rumpled shirt, long cuts ran horizontally across my back making ribs and black sweat pants clothes my legs. Something nice would be grey sweat pants and a shirt that wasn't cut up. Knowing he meant some jeans and a nice top but I was mad so screw him I wanted to be comfy. Changing I leave the safe haven and emerging out to meet the boring guest. Plastering a fake smile I greet and meet, inside wanting to be back in bed letting the music pound through me and make all thought go away.
Dame you parents.
