Edmund Dereks

Fragment n° 1

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Music belongs to no one and everyone at the same time. It cannot be owned by anyone, not by those who compose it, by those who write it, or those who perform it. A song belongs to any soul.

Music is always ready to receive anyone that seeks it, at any moment, it doesn't matter what time it is, it's never too late to wear earphones, turn up the volume and press play, so that music can release its cathartic powers.

Just as at this very moment, backpack on my shoulder, on the subway, on my way home after my usual five hours of intense studying at the library. That's what appears to be my monotonous life.

As I was walking through the subway looking for a free spot, I noticed two empty seats, so I took the chance to sit on the window side and I put my backpack on the one next to me, the track played.

"Is it taken?" I heard someone's voice stuttering.

"Uh, no" I said. After giving that careless answer I removed my backpack from the seat and the girl sat next to me. Unavoidably though, I glanced at her by mistake. Her face looked familiar, I had probably seen her somewhere a few times.

"Thanks" I assumed she said, she spoke too quietly for me to hear it since I had music in my ears; but I didn't make her repeat that, I just raised my eyebrows and nodded my head. But I uncomfortably noticed that she kept looking at me, so I stopped the track that was playing.

"Oh, sorry" she said when I looked back at her "You have a stain here" she pointed her finger on her cheek.

"Oh" it made sense then. I used my thumb to rub the dirt off my cheek, the spot where she previously pointed - it probably was a stain of toothpaste. So I just thanked her.